A Chiropractor in Shipyard
She has intense blue eyes and a confident walk with masculine strength in her arms, she does. If Shipyard weren't so far away I would return every week, yes sir, I certainly would.
It was a cloudy day with heavy gusts of wind which brought the rich odor of several hundred pigs across the road directly into our nostrils and all the way into our toes it seemed. My relative commented that the smell of pigs is the smell of money. True, raising pigs is quite a profitable business in Belize but unfortunately we were here for a massage not to soak in the wealthy odor of the hogs down the road. Like it or not, we were forced to smell those thousands of dollars wallowing in mud for another 30 minutes while we waited for Mrs. Klassen to arrive. Shipyard has no zoning laws.
I don't know what I expected but it certainly wasn't the slender short lady with bright blue eyes. Initially I doubted she would have the strength and expertise needed to deal with my injured spine and dislocated thigh not to mention my left heel which is suffering from acute plantar fasciitis as well as a bone on my neck which is causing me pain. How wrong I was.
Without wasting words she instructed me to remove clothing, then grabbed me in a powerful chokehold, using a knee (or her hand?) to press against my lower spine while pulling my head and chest backwards. Then I was dumped on the bed and received a complete back treatment from the crown of my head down to my tailbone. No such thing as gentle hands. My legs were next after which she carefully worked on my heels. I drifted into dreamland the minute she began with my left heel and had to be waked up. I praised her, maybe too lavishly but I genuinely meant it especially after limping and groaning for several days and taking ibuprofen. However being from the Old Colony Mennonites she appeared shy and embarassed at my compliments.
The price she charged me was ridiculously low compared to the prices in Spanish Lookout where chiropracters charge $50 to $60. I offered her far more than what she billed me for which she gladly accepted. I pointed out that in my opinion she certainly deserved to raise her prices but she merely shrugged.
While she greatly relieved my discomfort, she also pointed out the all too obvious cause of pain. A slipped disc on my lower spine which was pinching the nerve and creating inflammation. She urged me to receive an MRI scanning before it was too late and shared her own experience with a sciatic nerve which became so bad it required surgery.
The Klassen's home
The family buggy and workshop
A. Mendoza