I went to an osteopath this morning to get some treatment for a crook knee. She made me lie on my back, and she sat down next to me. Then she put her palms under my back and bum. And that was it. We both stayed motionless for 40 minutes.
Neither of us spoke much. She said – and I haven’t made this up – she was ‘having a dialogue’ with my body, listening to it and trying to work out ‘what the body was trying to do to heal my sore points, and then working with it.’ Despite the temptation, I didn’t give her a cupcake.
At the end she said my body had ‘started a process of balancing out’ that was occurring ‘even though I couldn’t feel it’. To help straighten up my hips even further though, she had a cunning plan…
She had a dialogue with my wallet.
Here’s how it went:
Osteopath: That’s $75 dollars please.
My wallet: Err….okay.
With a far lighter wallet in my right pocket I set off for work, with nothing to show for my appointment but sore knees and a very expensive blog post.