In spite of the fact that it's really helping me, BJ remains a skeptic when it comes to my visits to the "back quack."
I went again this morning, and he "adjusted" my neck and back, and then did acupuncture on my neck. I've always been curious about acupuncture, despite my acute aichmophobia (needle phobia - I just love big words!), so it was a very interesting morning. The needles just pinched a bit going in. It wasn't painful as long as I didn't move my head. It was boring, though, so I carefully got up and looked around the room at the various stuff on the walls.
After reading half a dozen posters about acupuncture and spines, I spied the doctor's diploma. His middle name is very distinctive, and is a name I recognized from BJ's geneaology. When he came back to take out the needles, I asked him if it was a family name. He said it was. I said, "Isn't that funny - my husband's grandmother was Mary B... They were from (small town near here where BJ's dad's farm is)."
"No kidding," he replied. "My family is from (small town 2 miles from small town where BJ's dad's farm is)."
BJ and the "back quack" are relatives! It's a small world, after all.
Unfortunately, I didn't get the family discount. When I told BJ, he just rolled his eyes.