A desk bound job often breeds bad posture and I am living proof of that aspect of the bane of urbanisation. Ten minutes is about all I can muster before I slump back into my seat, legs tucked and shoulders hunched. Needless to say, a host of problems soon manifest themselves, though fortunately, nothing that a chiropractor can't put right.
Relying on word of mouth, my other half and moi decided to start ourselves on some therapy sessions at a neighbourhood chiropractor. Its bear mascot and "angel finger of bear" motto might not quite channel the right vibes but my soothed limbs bear testimony to its dexterous therapists as they mold and knead away the tight muscle knots on my back and shoulders. My grouse though was that not only did I have to bear with the therapist's incessant talking, I had also to respond fittingly to her questions throughout:( But all was forgiven as one by one, my sores were alleviated and in its place a rejuvenated new me!
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