My Little Miracle Worker

She can't be taller than 5' and that's giving her the benefit of the doubt, my little miracle worker. She is ex-navy and a dynamic bundle of energy and determination - not a lady you'd cross and one you'd certainly say "Yes ma'am!" to, if she barked an order. Who is this miniature magician? My McTimoney chiropractor, Sue.

Last week I roamed a classroom with a pelvis that was tilted and rotated out of alignment, vertebrae that probably looked like a messy child had been playing with them and sciatic pain that I wouldn't wish on a worst enemy. Today, I drove to see Sue, right over the other side of the country, and she's worth the trip. I can now walk rather than rolling like a drunken sailor to accommodate the back pain. Sitting down doesn't hurt (except when the cat sinks his clawdicure-overdue talons in my leg) and I can walk up and down the stairs without nearly wrenching the bannister off in order to haul myself up and down.

If there were awards for being an all-round super-heroine, this lady deserves it. I'm off to sink gratefully and pain-free into my bed for the first time in weeks. I know I pay her, but what she does is amazing - may the Goddess and God bless her and I wish good things upon this wonderful person!