My only consultation with a chiropracter was about thirty years ago, when I'd managed to collide two of the "wings" in my lower back, and all my back muscles had locked up solid. (Apparently they do that to protect the injured area. Bl00dy agonising, though.)
So, by the next morning, I was completely bent double as I hobbled into the room to meet the only chiropracter in town who could see me that day. Oh god, he was a six foot three overweight American who must have weighed twenty stone. And he was going to bounce up and down on my backbone. Which concerned me somewhat. Would he give me a discount if I left the surgery in several pieces?
Reader, I survived. (And 90% fixed within forty minutes!) He was excellent. But heck, I'm built on a neanderthal chassis, woolly mammoths hold no terrors for me. I reckon that slip of a girl wouldn't have got off lightly. Or indeed, got off at all?
BJ