She lay face down, unable to see him, anticipating his arrival. As she awaited the impending manipulation she attempted to quell her craving for caffeine as it swelled inside her ... did it stem from her mind or from her stomach? She could not differentiate its exact source because the feeling was devoid of distinction. It was body wide. It was growing into a rawness that she was accustom to being forced to endure each morning.
Lying prone her vision was bereft of view, of light. The isolation was taking its toll on her.
"If I stay like this much longer sleep will be my enemy," she said silently to herself.
She attempted to stay alert, picking at her surroundings, picking at herself.
No doubt my face is mottled and blotchy by now, she thought as she attempted to unstick her cheeks from the vinyl surface. Her head too heavy to lift, wedged tight as it was. The warmth of the pooled cerise fluid in her face was not comforting to her.
The door's hinges creaked, complaining about the forced movement, just like she has been. His footfalls were soft but not devoid of detection. His hands, warm, strong, and well trained to see that which is hidden by the largest organ of the body. Moving his hands back and forth, back and forth, his hands detect the misalignment... without pausing, he pushes the bones, this way and that. A moan escapes from her voice box.
She hears the click of the metal foot pedal just prior to the table rising. He stops it, leaving it slanted at a 70 degree angle.
What is he doing... trying to make me dizzy? She bemused as her equilibrium attempted to deal with the change.
Within 45 seconds her inner ear had caught up to her vertical changes. The click of the pedal was heard again. He placed his hand on her upper back, reassuringly.
"Okay, I want to see you back here in a week, unless this numbness persists... then I want to see you back in two days," the chiropractor said.
"Thanks Bones. It's already feeling better," she said realizing the tingling in her right fingers was dissipating.
"Now... go get your Latté," he said, escorting her out of the treatment room.
"You want me to bring you one back dad?" she said arching her eyebrows inquisitively.
