My Chiropractor Thinks I'm Special

I've been seeing a chiropractor for the last few months, hoping to get relief from a pain in my shoulder which I've had for as long as I can remember.  (Actually, I have gotten relief since I started at the chiropractor, but that isn't what this post is about.) 

Today, Dr. Chiro was doing his monthly re-evaluation on me, when I heard him say something like "Huh.  That's strange."  He had me lie back down on the chiropractic bed and he did more of his fabulous bendy-cracky-magic on my back, and then told me to stand back up so he could take a few more measurements of my balance.  

"Amazing!" he said.  "I finally found one!"  I looked at him quizzically, and he explained:  "See, your left Scapularia rotates to the left when the hip puts all the weight on your Torloft on the right side, but it should be rotating right towards the right Whotzit.  Less than 10% of the population does that!"   Of course, this wasn't the exact lingo he used.   Most of what he said was chiropractor mumbo jumbo that went right over my head.  But I could tell that he was really excited about something.  All I could think of to say was "I always knew I was special!" 

He laughed and said, "I can't wait to tell (other chiropractors) about this!  I found one!"  He gave me a huge grin and then a big hug and then sent me off to do my post-appointment exercises. 

So that clinches it!  I'm special because my chiropractor says so!  Oh, and I'm pretty sure my mom and dad think I'm special too.