Its really not better I promise

Ok for the past three weeks I've been having a really hard time walking. Now I know this would be a rather large problem for most people. It doesn't really get much worse for those who's jobs consist on standing on ones feet for 8 hours or more a day. In fact it can be downright retched. It was getting progressively worse, and of course I ran out of the good drugs. Which weren't really helping anyways. It got so bad at one point that I took the 1000 dollar shoes things out of my shoe and walked around with and ice pack in my shoe. For the record no that doesn't really work, and you can only do one foot at a time.
After much blood, sweat and tears, and lets face it momma calling the chiropractor and insisting that he see me, I learned that the problem was not in fact my feet but my back. The only good thing I learned was that the new Chiro my old chiro recommended was only three blocks away instead of thirty miles.
What else I learned is that to see a picture of whats wrong with you for real is not always better. Or at least it doesn't make you feel better about you. Now the pictures can't just be of you, there has to be two pictures. One of you and one of the way you should be. My me pictures is not even remotely close to the should be pictures. In fact they give the nerves colors. Green is not so good, blue is bad, red is worse. Some of mine are black. Black is so bad that isn't not even a damn option. And my feet are not the current problem, but they are in face fucked up. In fact all of the arches in my right foot are completely gone. Not my left foot though, half of those are still in tact, which is apparently worse than if they were both gone. Oh wait and just for kicks, the curve in my neck is going the wrong way, and I'm lucky I don't already have arthritis. And by the time I'm 30 I'm going to be a hunch back. Ok I made that very last part up, but the rest of it is really true.