We even have adventures at the Chiropractor.

So...last time Jay flew to Algeria, a lady dropped a huge bag on top of his head when she pulled it out of the overhead compartment. For two months he suffered with the pain caused by the, I'm guessing, compression of his spine and the ensuing pinched nerves. When he got home this time he saw his family doctor and had x-rays to make sure nothing was broken, but still had a lot of pain. I have tried ever since we have been married to get to him to see a chiropractor for regular adjustments and he has always told me he can't tolerate adjustments. He will go for acupuncture, but that's all. This always baffled me because he is one of the strongest men I have ever known. As I have stated in the past, he has been shot, stabbed, beaten, tortured, strangled and crushed, so why would he have such a problem with a simple adjustment. Now, in case anyone is curious about his life of abuse, let me explain. For ten years he served as a United States Army Special Forces Army Ranger. He participated in what were referred to as black ops. He had, as Liam Neeson stated in the movie "Taken", shall we say, a very specialized set of skills. Due to the nature of his position, he has certain instincts and training that are better left alone. So.....I finally convinced him to see the chiropractor for an adjustment. Everything is going fine, his spine was cracking like a quaken asp log on a fire. Then the doctor grabbed his neck and snapped it quickly to the side. Jay hollered out in pain, jumped off the table, his eyes were glazed over (I don't know where he thought he was), grabbed the doctor by the throat and had him up against the wall. I jumped out of my chair and I'm standing behind him calmly saying, "Jay, it's okay, it's okay." Finally he looks over his shoulder and looks at me and I see his eyes clear up. He drops his hands from around the doctor's neck and is mortified and apologizes profusely. He was heartbroken when he realized what had happened. The poor doctor kind of stood there dumbfounded for a minute, Jay layed back on the table and the poor doctor graciously said, "it's not a good idea to choke me before I've done the other side." I can't imagine what was going through his mind when he had to put his hands on Jay's head and snap his neck the other direction. Luckily, Jay was ready for it this time and it was okay. Maybe if the doctor had warned him what he was going to do he could have been ready, but instead when he felt the neck snap and the shooting pain, his subconscious just reacted instinctively.

Well, we are kind of laughing about it now, and I'm sure the doctor had a great story to tell his wife when he got home. I think we will buy him a gift certificate to Roadhouse and send it along with an explanation of what happened. Jay is worried that he will never treat him again.

Like I said, we are the king and queen of adventure.