How could you not love this career?

I love my job. that is what I told another a guest at a wedding I was attending. My cousin’s wife said you tell everyone that. I can’t believe you love your job as much as you say you do. But I did. It was my first job fresh out of massage school. I was working at a busy chiropractic office. I had a patient of the owner for a few years when he found out I was attending massage school. He hired me on the spot. Now this was real life on the job training. It was a busy office with 3 practicing doc’s and a 4th doc that was our exam doc. This doc was usually an intern. The doc’s would send me everything from whiplash to medial collateral ligament strains. It was a young office with oldest employee being one of the billing ladies who was in her mid 40’s. About 1 year into my employment John (the boss) hired a myotherapist. We both worked part time sharing the same space. We became fast friends and sheared soft tissue techniques. Myotherapy is the treatment of trigger points. Unlike massage the client keeps their clothes and the therapist works over the clothing. This one time Bonnie (that’s not her real name i have changed her name to protect her identity because once this post goes viral everyone will want a piece of her) was covering for me while I was on vacation. She treated one my patients who had low had back pain. She worked on a series of trigger points over the clothing. As the patient was leaving he asked why does Jane make me take my clothes off? Luckily Kimlyn knew enough about massage and explained to him we perform two different types of therapy to same the end. Kimlyn got the biggest kick out of telling me that upon my return. Fast forward Kimlyn ended up becoming a massage therapist!

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