[While attending chiropractic college in the early 90’s, my wife, Keri, wrote an article about what it was like being married to a chiropractic student. The article was published in my chiropractic college’s newspaper on two different occasions and received rave reviews — not from my fellow colleagues, but their spouses! Apparently her story resonated with many. In any event, this is a rare peek into the making of a chiropractor. — Dr. Lamar]
[Originally written July 1994 — by Keri Lamar]
I’m out with my husband and he puts his hand on my back. It doesn’t take long before he is traversing my spine and muscles. His fingers stop to push the area a little, and he leans over to whisper in my ear:
“A little stiff here, hon?”
This scenario has happened so often that I just have to laugh about it now. Gone are the days of the simple touch, the caress. Tom is now neck deep in chiropractic college and I don’t get touched anymore. I get palpated. (more…)
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