A few years ago, my chiropractor retired.
Actually retired, mind you, not gave up the office and saw some patients on the side for barter.
I was concerned, as good chiropractors are incredibly hard to find.
Good chiropractors who take my insurance are like unicorns. I know they’re out there somewhere, it’s just a matter of what to use to bait the trap.
So, a month ago, when I went for a Groupon massage at a “wellness destination” in Santa Monica, I actually talked to the resident chiro and was impressed as he seemed very knowledgable about active people, plus he was super-duper cute.
Relax, ladies (and gents), he’s married. With kids.
He’s also the best chiropractor I’ve seen since Dr. Magic Fingers called it quits.
And, despite the Wellness Destination’s penchant for catering to the jet-setters, my co-pay after the insurance is shockingly affordable.
So, for the next few weeks, I’m going to be getting tortured by an incredibly fit and attractive man who knows just how to loosen up my hip flexors.
Sweet. I’m even hearing rumors of possible upcoming work. Life is good.