When I got there, Tracy told me to tell me every little thing that was wrong with me: she'd find something that my insurance covered, and do the rest of it while we were at it. So I rattled a bunch of stuff off, and... she started fixing it.
And then I was pregnant within the first six weeks, and I became A Believer.
For menstruation and fertility issues, anyway. I didn't really think much beyond that until about six or seven months ago, when I was complaining to her (in a casual way) about a pain I had beneath my right scapula, and how I had gone to a masseuse but it hadn't worked, so I was going to try a chiropractor. She sort of snorted and said, "I'll fix that. Chiropractor indeed."
Sure you will, I thought, inner eyes rolling because this truly felt like a mechanical problem to me, and what can needles do for mechanics? But hell, I was paying for a session, anyway- might as well let her throw a few more of the little buggers in.
The next day I realized that the pain was just... gone. I could still feel that there was something not-right about my shoulder, but there just wasn't any pain. And because it didn't hurt, I was finally able to start relaxing and then... well, yeah, you guessed it- it got fixed.
I think that's when I started to become A True Believer, but I didn't fully commit to that status until today, when I was laying on the table, and I stretched out and felt the old pain in my left shoulder (super old surfing injury, plagued me for years). I thought about that injury, and how nothing has ever helped it, and I'd sort of accepted that it was just part of my body now, and then I found myself saying, "Hey Tracy..."