Wednesday was extra special, I got to do a house call.
I loaded up my portable chiropractic table that my father built back in the 90’s.
Picked up some subs at, Subway and headed over to Mrs “C” ‘s, had lunch and adjusted Mrs “C”.
She’s been a patient for decades and is currently in assisted and it’s just easier for me to go to her.
What you also need to know is every year she remembers when my birthday is and if she doesn’t get me….sings Happy Birthday to me on my voicemail.
It’s like a Hug From America’s Grand Mother !!!
I’m the luckiest Chiropractor alive!!