I've been practicing chiropractic for 10 years! You'd think by now I'd have had enough practice and could do the real thing but there you have it. Still practicing... after a decade! And it's weird, because the math doesn't really add up - how can I be at once a youthful twenty-something, and also a seasoned decenial doctor of chiropractic? One of life's mysteries, really. But there you have it.
|I want my spine mug|
What I DON'T have to show for my service, is a spine mug. For shame, chiro-authorities... what better way to commemorate 10 years of dedicated spinal service? What have my annual dues been funding? Research!?
A professor once told us that when we graduate as chiropractors, we will be competent, at best. He went on to describe how technically proficient we can expect to be after x and x+1 years, but I was too insulted to keep listening. Competent? COMPETENT? I mean, I know rule number one is to 'first do no harm', but talk about setting the bar low. But after 10 years, I sort of get it. I remember those first few adjustments - sure they got the job done, but with no finesse, little style. Experience has given me a great set of hands with which to pat myself on my back and crack yours, and pardon me for bragging, but after 10 years I'm not only competent, but dare I say it... I'm an excellent chiropractor.
And I couldn't have done it without you, my patients past present and future, and your trust and your vertebrae. I'll be sure to mention you in my speech when I accept my 20 years of service spine watch.
|Time for an adjustment!|