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Newsletter: March 2003Humour is Always Good Medicine
The first two stories are true and actually happened to me. I have related these stories in my talks in the community -- where I am apparently quite a bit 'lighter'. The other stories have been passed on to me from other sources. I always approach each one of my patients from the point-of-view that I, as their chiropractor, am only one of the factors in what is, ideally, a team effort toward health and wellness. The patient, of course, being the first line of preventative care through their chosen life-style. Their other providers may include massage therapists, physiotherapists, fitness instructors/trainers, naturopaths, and general practitioners (MD's). This approach usually works very well.
IDIOTIC ADVICE
A woman came in to see me complaining of pain in her lower back. After examining her and finding nothing suggesting further chiropractic treatment was necessary, I suggested that she should see her MD to rule out any kidney involvement. She did. Upon telling her MD that she had seen her chiropractor, her MD asked her. "What kind of idiotic advice did he give you?" At which point she said, "He told me to see you!" The next one goes back to when I was first starting out in my brand new practice (16 years ago). One of the axioms of good marketing has always been that one should give the impression of being busy, even if one is not. Well, as I was just starting out, I was NOT very busy. I did not even have a receptionist. So when a man walked into my office, I immediately picked up the phone and proceeded to advise the 'caller' that I was very busy, but yes, I could arrange an appointment for them for late next week. I continued to play out this little scene for the benefit of my new "patient" who was standing there waiting for me to finish my call. When I finished, I asked him, "Can I help you?" He replied (to my great embarrassment), "Yes, I am from the telephone company and I am here to hook up your phone." True, embarrassing, but true. The following one humourously illustrates one of the themes I use in my community talks. That is, the fact that the large majority of all back conditions can be diagnosed and treated WITHOUT the use of expensive and unnecessary diagnostic procedures such as CAT Scans, MRIs and various LAB tests.
The vet rolled his eyes, shrugged, turned and left the room, returning a few moments later with a beautiful dog. A black lab. As the bird's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the dead parrot from top to bottom. He then looked at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.
The vet took the dog out, and returned a few moments later with a cat. The cat jumped up and also sniffed, delicately, the ex-bird. The cat sat back, shook its head, meowed and ran out of the room.
The vet looked at the woman and said,"I'm sorry, but like I said, your parrot is most definitely, 100%, certifiably dead." He then turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill which he handed to the woman. The parrot's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "A HUNDRED AND FIFITY DOLLARS!" , she cried. "A hundred and fifity dollars just to tell me my bird is dead?!"
The vet shrugged. "If you'd taken my word for it the bill would only have been $20.00, but what with the LAB report and the CAT scan...."
There were five people on the airplane: The Pope, Jean Chretien, Premier Klein, Premier Campbell and a Boy Scout. As they were flying over the Rockies, the airplane started to have engine problems and it became apparent that they were going down.
They discovered that there were, unfortunately, only four parachutes on board with them. As they pondered briefly over who should get them, Mr. Chretien exclaimed that as Prime Minister of the entire country, he most certainly was the most important one, and he grabbed a parachute and jumped. Then Mr. Klein stated that as the Premier of the richest province, certainly he must be spared, and he grabbed the second chute and jumped. Mr. Campbell declared that as the Premier of the most beautiful province, he must be spared, and grabbing for a chute, he jumped. The Pope, being the Holy man that he is, said to the Boy Scout, you are the youngest, I have lived a long life, and my faith dictates that I must surrender the last chute to you. The Boy Scout told him that would not be necessary. "We can both go", he told the Pope. "There are two parachutes left. You see, Mr. Campbell, in his haste to save himself grabbed my back pack with my lunch in it!" And here's some of our favourites from our kid's gallery of humour: 2) Q: What do fish say when they hit a concrete wall?
3) Q: Why do gorillas have big nostrils?
And a final quote, not quite so wise: "A zebra cannot change its spots." Al GoreI hope you enjoyed this "Lite" edition. I shall try to remember the advice so wisely given me by Anny... Humour is like jogging on the inside. It helps keep us 'fit'.
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