I went to the doctor the other day. I said “it hurts when I do that”. He said “well, don`t do it then”.
I remembered that popular Tommy Cooper joke yesterday when my neck was hurting everytime I turned it. Wandering around Nishiogikubo, moaning in agony, I noticed a small chiroprator clinic. A sign outside, written in felt tip on a whiteboard, advertised a ‘one coin massage’.
One coin usually means the biggest and most valuable one – the 500yen. There are many one coin bars in Japan. The drink is cheap, and it`s easy to calculate the bill.
For example, if at a one coin ar you have 10 drinks, like the American girl stood next to me last Saturday night, your bill would be 500 x 10 = 5000yen. The flaw is 10 drinks makes even simple tasks tricky. The poor American girl could not even tell me her phone number correctly.
Anyway, going back to my one coin chiropractor story, he was fantastic. He gave me a great massage (to be honest for one coin, I`d have been happy with a pat on the back). He gave me some useful tips on breathing – an underestimated skill, and he showed me how to squat like a sumo wrestler to strengthen the muscles around the diaphragm.
There was only one awkward moment.
He asked me to sit on a mini basketball, which I did. He asked me if it hurt. I replied no. He asked again and I still said no. He seemed annoyed and frustrated. Perhaps sitting on a mini-basketball should be painful.
Before I left, he gave me a quick tour of his small clinic. A plaque hung on the back wall with a Thomas Edison quote.
“The doctor of the future will give no medicine but will interest his patients in the care of the human frame, in diet and in the cause and prevention of disease.”
Interesting, and no mention of mini-basketballs.
On the way out, I gave the chiropractor the one coin fee. We exchanged business cards, and I left feeling great. It was definitely the healthiest one coin I have ever spent.