Mouse in a room of tigers (or, a DC in a room of MDs)

I recently went to a Functional Medicine seminar.  As is true for all such seminars, it is cross-disciplinary, meaning that any licensed healthcare practitioner can attend.  However, most of my previous experience with Functional Medicine training involved classes in which DCs (Doctors of Chiropractic) dominated the landscape, so this particular class was an anomaly for me.

I emerged from that class having gone through a subtle yet significant transformation.

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Chiro Cleanup – Part 6: Solutions – Part 2: The Muck *Stops* Here…

Since there’s so much about the NBCE, the CCE (until it started to wake up and join at least the 20th century very recently), and chiropractic education that many of my colleagues and I would love to see changed, let’s address that topic next.

The first item I’d like to bring to the table is the education.  The admissions standards and school curricula need a complete and massive overhaul.  It starts with admission.

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Disclaimer…

[Insert monosyllabic mildly-cynical laugh here]

Before I wade too much further into this pool (ocean?) I should probably throw this out there…

DCs don’t typically become DCs without possessing a thick(er-than-most) skin.  This is an unfortunate necessity, but I think it ultimately benefits us.  Part of our unique acquired skillset includes the ability to let roll off practically any hair-brained comment from pretty much anyone…including our own brethren.

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Unknown waters

[Comes to, stands up, looks around…]

OK.  I think I like it here.  Time will tell.  And I’m at least superficially anonymous (you’ll have to dig a little to find out who I really am), so I think I can talk freely.  After all, I’m a safe distance (in terms of both time and geography) away from my alma mater and my degree and licensing eligibility no longer hang in the imbalance.

I’m a DC.  That stands for Doctor of Chiropractic, which DOES mean that yes, I’m a real doctor.  More often, though our headspace often gets caught somewhere between kneejerk business owner and used car salesman.

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