Taking my uncle to the chiropractor in San Francisco was not a fun task. He had to go because he pulled a muscle while dancing at home. He’s the kind of person who doesn’t really like to see a medical professional for any reason. He has to go to the doctor once a year, and his wife has to practically drag him out of the house for him to go. In a way, he’s like a little kid. I bet when he was a kid, he probably did the same thing that he does now, only he was probably louder.
Since my aunt had to do jury duty, I promised that I would take my uncle to the chiropractor for her. Read the rest of this entry