Clodfobble, my primary care physician is an osteopath (DO) and, comparing our two pregnancies, the one where my wife was getting regular adjustments was a far more comfortable experience for her. Unless you just love your MD, a DO is like a doctor and chiropractor all in one.

I agree Flint. I go to a practice that started when I was old enough I told my mom I didn't want to go to a pediatrician anymore, and two docs had just started their DO practice. I've been going there ever since, though it has grown to a few offices and many more DOs. I swear by them, whether it's a back problem, the flu, or personal issues.

The real problem is I was brought up with a healthy dislike/distrust of doctors. If it's not bad enough to need a specialist, I don't bother. I can't recall ever having a primary care physician, and I've never even heard of a DO before. BUT, having researched the symptoms of thoracic vertebrae problems, I am quite convinced that's what's wrong with me. And joy of joys, I managed to find a chiropractor who could see me today! I am ridiculously excited about the possibility of having my back popped--I haven't been able to do that to myself in months!

A DO is a doctor with a healthy dislike/distrust of doctors. And, they will pop your back.

A DO is a Doctor of Origami. They can fold you into all kinds of shapes.

What Flint said, and...

Here is an article about DOs. A couple good points:

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My wife is going to a conference in Miami for 4 days...I hate her.

I ate too many easter eggs :greenface

I did that too once, Ducks.

Then I found out you have to peel them.

it's not easter yet ducks. You should save the bellyache till Sunday. ;)

Yeah, but my good clients have been bringing in eggs for me.

Peel them?

are you doing an...actually, I might just start a thread instead of having a conversation about something else in this one. You know how touchy some people can be. lol

Lack of cellar time due to life interference is what's upsetting me. Need to get myself a new job, so I'm heading out to a temp agency tomorrow to see what's available...and just as I decide to do that, my car also decides it's thinking about blowing up...so my dad is also taking me out for emergency car shopping, my college loans kicked in earlier than they told me they were going to, and when I attempted to use the "easy and quick online payment option" I got a notice in the mail a few weeks later saying I had "insufficient funds" (WHICH WAS HIGHLY UNTRUE) and my bank consoled me by telling me "oh, that just happens sometimes"

Pleh. I hate growing up.

On the upside, things with the new boyfriend are going great! Oh, and I got my hair done again...maybe I'll take some photos when I have some downtime.

Holier-than-thou Europeans are irking me today.

Hypocritical bigots need to realize that bigotry is bigotry, no matter who you're raping with your judgment stick.
"You're American? You're white? You're a male?
Well, then it's my duty to inform you that the world is a Very Big Place, and, until you renounce your country and join our imaginary international brain-orgy, I'm afraid you're no better than a monkey driving a pickup truck."
"But I didn't - "
"Shhh."
"- even say anyth -"
"SHUSH."

When was the last time one of those arrogant little shits visited Georgia to expand their cultural horizons?
Fuck them. Fuck them in the eye.

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