I used to do acupuncture once a week, but insurance wouldn’t cover it, so it was $50 a pop. I have also gone the dry needling approach. They were both beneficial, but not for what I had to pay. Luckily, there is a chiropractor that only charges me $10 a visit. His father was one of my supervisors early in my career. The week that he retired, he was killed by a drunk driver going the wrong way on the highway. He was driving in one vehicle, his family behind him. His son, the chiropractor, saw his father get killed and was the first to get to him. It was horrible. Every once in a while, I share stories with him.
My favorite was when I was working a bar job, and a woman saw her boyfriend dancing with another girl. She went to throw a drink on him and hit me instead. I threw her out of the bar and she kept coming back. She went after him and I grabbed her and she hit me. Normally, I would have arrested her, but while working a bar job, if you make an arrest, you tie up a unit and have to leave the bar unattended. So I dragged her out, kicking and screaming, and she tried to spit in my face. I admit that I should have remained professional, but with everything that she did, I lost my cool and callled her a “fucking cunt.” I pushed her out of the bar and pulled out pepper spray as a warning to stop. She began screaming and was kicking cars and got arrested by a unit that was driving by. The sergeant(the chiropractor’s father) came to the bar and asked me what happened. I told him, and also said I did not want to tie up a car with my arrest. He asked me(as a test, I think) I’d I called her a cunt. I told him i did. He asked me why and I said “sir, I didn’t think bitch quite covered it.” He laughed and said “good answer, she is a cunt.” I never use that word, but she earned it.
Another time, we responded to a suicidal guy with a gun. The door was locked and he wasn’t answering. The sergeant ordered me to go to his vehicle to get a pry bar. It was seven flights of stairs and no elevator. We couldn’t kick the door because it was a narrow landing with the bannister and a long fall outside of the door. I asked him if I could try getting the door open. I was young, during my first year, and this was before I had back problems. So I grabbed the door handle and pulled until I could get my hand in the door. I was able to break the door in half. The sergeant was impressed, and brought that up when I was getting teased about badly losing a foot pursuit(not my strong suite). He said “unless you guys can rip a door in half like he did, you should probably shut the hell up.” I miss that man.