En route to the chiropractor, my five-year-old daughter asked me where we were going.
"To see the doctor," I replied.
"Oh, he's going to crack Mommy's neck."
I didn't think too much of it until we got to the doctor's office. After my car wreck in Feb. of 2004, I was at the chiropractor all the time and she came with me. So I figured, no big deal - I'll take her with me, then on to daycare and work.
When I tried to get out of the car, she started crying. Big, huge, fat tears. Gulps. Hiccups.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"The doctor's going to crack your neck!"
To make a long story short, she sat in the kid's area with her hands clapped over her ears to drown out any "cracking" sounds. After my neck adjustment, I laid on my stomach and had heat put on my back. My chiropractor is asking, "Is there anything I can do? Offer her a piece of gum?" (Nope, he doesn't have kids yet. *grin*)
Not only did my daughter NOT want a piece of gum, but she refused to move and come sit beside me. More gulps and hiccups. A few wails. "I want my daddy!"
Poor thing was worried about her Mommy. I think she's starting to develop a phobia of all doctors. Ever since she went to get her kindergarten physical and they surprised her with her immunization shots, she's been terrified to go to ANY doctor or dentist. I'm not sure how we're going to get her over this one...
In Writing News...
So I had a blinding headache all day yesterday and all night. I DID manage to make a few edits, and I wrote a page on Saturday. But not much else, unfortunately.
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