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Its
Here Again!
Can you believe that this past year went so fast? It
truly is remarkable. It seems like I was just writing last year's
holiday newsletter. ( It was a pretty good one too....its still
posted...go read it!)
I would consider stopping to smell the roses, but they
won't be back around until it thaws. Even though we don't have
snow yet, remember to stow a 'snow pack' in your vehicle with
candy, a flashlight and disposable heat packs that hunters use in their
gloves and shoes. You never know when you may get stranded!
This issue will be a fun, light-hearted newsletter.
I will still have pertinent information that will be of value in your
life, but during this Holiday Season, we should have some fun as well.
I haven't told any stories lately, so I thought that I
would tell you about Santa's trip to the Chiropractor. I had fun
writing it and even I wasn't sure what the ending would be. I wonder
if Steven King has the same problem? Now wouldn't that be a
Christmas story?
I have included an interesting article on thyroid
disorders and how prevalent thyroid problems may actually be in our
society. A common problem with detecting a thyroid disorder is that
it may mimic something else!
Also, there is a very interesting article on how the brain
works. The 80% of brain mass that we supposedly never use actually
does have a use.
How we determine what something means is based on
life experiences, both good and bad. Therefore, the majority of our
physical brain is used for the integration and association of what people,
places, and things actually mean!
This month Eileen brings you a family tradition of holiday
waffles. I guarantee that you will fall in love with this
recipe!
I hope that you have enjoyed another year of Dr. Frisch's
ENews. If you have any topics that you may enjoy hearing more
about, just send me an email at dr.frisch@att.net
and I will do my best to accommodate your wishes.
Have a great Holiday Season!
Dr. Frisch
HAPPY HOLIDAYS! |
Santa Visits the Chiropractor

Santa has a problem. It's not that he got stuck in
the chimney, or that he dropped his bag of toys trying to get out, or even
that he fell off of the roof squeezing out of the chimney. Santa's
problem is that he hurt his back during the fall and he can't stand
up! He even crawled over to his bag on the ground, opened a tube of
'icy-hot' (for grandma) and used it liberally. He saw last year's hot
item, the 'Clapper', in the bag as well. He wasn't sure if banging on that
thing a couple of times would help or not, but on television it seemed to
work for every ailment known to man.
So, after he clapped on and off for what seemed like an
eternity, the icy-hot seemed to kick in a little bit and his back started
to get warm. This, however, was not a good thing because the area
began to swell (that's what heat does) . Soon, the low back swelling
'puffed out' over the top of his already overly, tight red pants and began
to throb. Mrs. Clause had been all over him to exercise and lose a
few pounds during the off-season. She had even bought him the new
Atkins Diet book, thinking that he would give it a go, but he hadn't
bothered to even open the cover. Now though, he wished that he had
paid more attention. Not having any other choice, he went back to
his large red bag of toys looking for options.
The first thing that that caught his attention was a box
of frozen Kansas City Steaks. "Wait a minute", he
thought. "If I put a cold steak on my back it should help with
the swelling, just like in the old 'Rocky' movies." The problem
was that first, he couldn't get the frozen steak tucked down the back of
his pants and second, he still couldn't get off the ground. Luckily,
the yard was dark and there was no traffic at this time of night.
His search of the bag had revealed a pair of Sans-A-Belt
slacks. "I love these things", he said. The stretch
band would allow the steak to slip down nicely and and it seemed better
than any diet plan he could think of. He knew already that next
year's suit would be Sans-A-Belt. So, off with the suit pants and on
with the no-belt slacks. It seemed to work well, but the steak was
too cold. He had remembered seeing some red oven mitts in the bag,
so he dropped the steak into one and slid it back down his pants. He
thought to himself, " I've got the hang of this now!" He
would just lay there for a few minutes until the pain went away.... it had
to go away....didn't it?
What Santa hadn't planned on was the owner of the house
having a dog. Not a mean dog, just a large, fat, happy, yellow
dog..... who happened to like meat! This was a difficult situation
for Santa because he had a bad back and he could only roll from his belly
to his back, which seemed like play-time for the overweight dog, who still
wanted the meat that he had stuffed in a mitt and then down his pants.
Santa, decided to improvise. He crawled into the
large red toy bag thinking that the dog would leave him alone, but no, the
dog dived into the bag just as Santa was closing the drawstring. The
tussle that ensued made for quite a sight. The noise coming from
that bag full of toys awoke the owner of the house, who then called the
police.
The nice policemen couldn't stop laughing as their
spotlights shone on the bag, which by now had only Santa's legs sticking
out of the bag and what looked like a dog with an oven mitt for a
head. Santa was quite embarrassed as he tried to explain to the nice
officers how he had come to end up in the bag with a dog, looking like a
seven layer salad, and smelling like grandma in a pair of Sans-A-Belt
slacks.
Policemen like a good joke, but they also knew Santa was
in trouble. They helped him up to the house of whose roof he had
recently fallen off, and the owner welcomed him in. The owner was a
nice young chap who also happened to be a Chiropractor. "Oh
no", thought Santa, "Not the bone crusher." The
doctor was nice, however and promised that it wouldn't hurt because he
used an Activator Instrument.
The Chiropractor fixed Santa right up. He also gave
Santa a shiny, new ice pack and threw the steak back to the dog, who
happily went on his merry way. Before leaving, Santa was given
exercises for his weakened low back and a copy of the Atkins Diet Book
that the doctor had recently purchased for himself. Santa politely
took it, without saying he already had one. He offered an IOU to the
Chiropractor for the Sans-A-Belt slacks (they were for him) and a promise
of something extra in his stocking.
It wasn't until everything was cleaned up and the toys
were back in the bag and loaded on the sleigh that Santa realized that
Rudolph and the others had been doing Chinese fire drills in his absence,
and none of the reindeer were where they were supposed to be. The
deer were laughing, the policemen were still laughing, and Santa just
realized that the dog had bitten a large hole in the seat of his newly
acquired slacks......the temperature was dropping......it was going to be
a very long night.
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