Saw Rob the chiropractor. Cracked as usual. Bends my leg, has me cross my arms, leans in and with a sudden bump, my skeleton like dominos. I started seeing chiropractors in high school. I don’t remember why. It was free and I liked what I read about them. The first person I saw, Henri Marcoux, once removed a headache by pinching my neck muscles. It was incredible. Vanished. Each time I go it is like pressing one’s reset button and yet my body has never quite trusted this situation. I announce to whatever cells are listening it is ok, I try reassuring the nervous system we have done this a million times before, don’t you remember? They do not. Rob leans in and somewhere inside me a rebellion is brewing between cells taking different sides. I never know if Rob will be successful or not. Sometimes no dominos. Instinct is uninterested in intellect’s cheering, one has to fool it. Rob the chiropractor knows it too, he is waiting for the right moment like a careful musician anticipating when to play the next note. It is why those Sherman brothers wrote A Spoonful of Sugar helps the Medicine Go Down.