"Uh, right here?" (We were in the living room at the time.)
"Yup, right here on the floor."
"Okay...?" Remembering with trepidation the many, MANY times my last chiropractor had attempted to adjust my lower back, I complied.
Then B., RN and one-time Physical Therapy student, proceeded to rearrange me to her liking.
"Flex that knee and bend the leg over to the floor...straighten the other leg...good...now lay your upper body flat...okay, where exactly does it hurt?"
I lifted the hem of my t-shirt a bit and prodded my left SI joint.
"Right here, and the pain extends across my hip and a bit down my leg, it feels WRONG, like something's catching there."
B. kneeled next to me and palpated the joint, saying, "Hmmm...it's definitely protruding a little more here than the other side..." Then she leaned over and cupped my left knee with her left hand, pulled it toward her, and PUSHED with her right hand against my recalcitrant ilium.
Oh. MY. GOD.
I felt things shifting all across my lower back, even in my right hip.
B. kept the pressure steady, until it was pretty obvious that my back was finished adjusting, then she rubbed it a bit and said, matter-of-factly, "All done."
As I turned over to lie flat on my back and stretch, pain-free for the first time in months, I batted my eyes at B. and asked, "Marry me?"
Alas, she turned me down flat, laughing even (her hubby beat me to the punch YEARS ago), but she did agree to getting a massage from me.
Somehow, it doesn't seem like enough.
Thanks so very much, B.!
*grumble grumble* Stupid ilium...you'd better stay where you belong, or I'll sic B. on you again!