Life is stressful today. Whether it’s work, family, technology, poor posture, or everyday responsibilities, our bodies are constantly adapting to stress.

Your nervous system is designed to help you handle these challenges and return to balance.

Whether it’s a physical threat, a difficult conversation, sitting at a computer all day, or constantly worrying about your responsibilities, your body can activate the same stress response.

When your body senses stress, it goes into fight-or-flight mode. Your muscles tighten, your body becomes more alert, and you prepare to handle a threat.

That response is helpful when you need it.

The problem is when your body gets stuck there.

Chronic stress can leave you feeling like you are always “on.” Over time, this can contribute to neck and shoulder tension, back pain, headaches, fatigue, poor sleep, digestive issues, and feeling overwhelmed.

Your body needs a balance between stress and recovery.

The opposite of fight-or-flight is rest-and-digest — the state where your body can relax, repair, digest, and recover.

A healthy nervous system is not one that avoids stress. It is one that can adapt to stress and return to balance.

Chiropractic care focuses on supporting nervous system function and healthy movement patterns. By reducing areas of tension and improving spinal function, chiropractic care can help support your body’s ability to adapt and recover.

Stress is a part of life. The goal is not to eliminate stress, but to help your body handle it better.

Chiropractic care is one piece of helping your body adapt, recover, and function at its best. Life will always ask things of you. Just remember to take good care of yourself, and not always  bend over backward for everyone else. When your nervous system is functioning well, your body is more in balance and alignment, and life simply feels easier.  

– Dr. G

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Return to Sanity

My patient Jim worked as an orderly in a mental institution. Jim’s job included calming down and restraining difficult and sometimes violent patients. He usually got the upper hand, but sometimes the inmates won. He’d come in for an adjustment all scratched up, bitten and subluxated.

“A sucker punch Doc, I didn’t see it coming. She really surprised me.”

But he did more than fight inmates. He also took more manageable patients out for walks and drives.

One evening Jim appeared for his appointment with a tall, good-looking and very wary eighteen-year-old.

“Hi Jim, who’s your friend?” I asked.

“This is Larry. He’s an inmate. He was committed about eight months ago by his family. He’s been diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic—hears voices. His condition hasn’t improved and he’s on lots of meds (medications).”

“Want to give Larry an adjustment?”

Larry let me palpate his neck and even agreed to lie on his side for an upper cervical adjustment. His atlas was out. I positioned the drop headpiece and set it up on his neck. I probably won’t get another chance to do this, I thought to myself.

The headpiece dropped down and Larry jumped up. It looked like he went from a lying position to a standing one with no intermediate positions. “What did you do to me?” he yelled.

“I, uh, I adjusted your atlas, it was out.” Not my finest patient lecture.

“It felt like you stuck a sword through my head,” said Larry.

I turned to my patient Craig for some kind of help but he was doubled up in laughter. “Funniest thing I’ve ever seen. You should see your face Dr. Tedd.”

Eventually he came up and put his arm around Larry. “Hey, he does this to me all the time. Let’s go get some pizza. See you in a couple of days doc.”

They drove away. I never saw Larry again.

Jim came in two days later, “How’s Larry?” were the first words out of my mouth.

“Oh yeah, I meant to call you doc. They’ve cut back Larry’s meds. He suddenly seems better. The psychiatrists are convinced the drugs finally started working,” Jim laughed.

Jim came by the next week with more news, “Larry was taken off all meds today. The voices have stopped, and his family is coming in tomorrow to bring him home.”

“He’s back to normal, no more strange behavior?” I asked.

“Well, there’s just one thing that’s upsetting the staff.”

“What’s that?”

“He keeps telling people he wants to be a chiropractor.”

– Excerpt from Chicken Soup for the Chiropractic Soul by Dr. Tedd Koren, D.C.

I had been in practice for about ninety days when I heard over the airplane intercom, “Is there a doctor on the plane? Flight 14793 is experiencing a medical emergency. If there is a physician on the plane we need you to identify yourself immediately.”

I sat there in my seat thinking, Wow, I sure hope there is a doctor on this plane.

After a few minutes they made the next announcement. “We’re having a medical emergency and we’re urgently requesting any physician or nurse on the plane to identify themselves.” They started going down the totem pole.

I knew that if they were calling for a doctor on a plane, it was something serious; someone was having a seizure or a stroke, a woman was giving birth or someone was having a heart attack.

I started to think of my Chiropractic career as an intern in Chiropractic College. How could I help? I finally got the courage to push the button. The stewardess came running down, and asked me to follow her.

So I walked with her up to the front of the plane and she asked, “What kind of doctor?” (silence.) I was so embarrassed to tell her I was a chiropractor. I finally mumbled, “I’m a chiropractor” (mumbled.) She replied, and I’m not making this up, “Is that a real doctor?”

She walked me up to the very front of the plane, and there was the pilot, convulsing on the floor of the cockpit. So I sat next to the man, grabbed his head and started to palpate.

I let the co-pilot know that I was going to adjust the pilot’s neck and that he might hear a popping sound. Then I adjusted him. In ten seconds his eyes dropped back in his head and he stopped flailing all around. He came right out of his convulsion, and he looked at me and said, “Who the hell are you?”

Three weeks later I got a call from the pilot. He told me, “Dr. Singer, I want you to know they found a tumor in the top of my head. They said it was compressing all the arteries and veins in my brain; there was no oxygen. The doctors said it’s a miracle that I survived. I don’t know what you did… and I talked to all the people in the cockpit and they said you took my neck and did something you called an adjustment. Well, that adjustment saved my life, and I want to know if you can adjust me again.”

Written by Dr. David Singer, D.C.- except from Chicken Soup for the Chiropractic Soul