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    Boehr Chiropractic Clinic

    Boehr Chiropractic Clinic

    (9 reviews)

    I came in for a routine physical. I left spiritually restructured and possibly nutritionally…read moreexcommunicated. "Dr. Boehr did not greet me with a stethoscope or a chart. He burst into the room with such velocity that nearby papers briefly achieved flight, and then, with the precision of a vocal sniper, fired directly into my ear canals: 'HOW THE (profanity that rhymes with muck) ARE YA!' It was not a question. It was an opening salvo. A chiropractic invocation. From there, he launched into a 90-minute, full-volume monologue that dissolved the boundaries between medical advice, spiritual crisis, and a food-based doomsday sermon. Here's what I learned: * "Marathon runners die fastest." * Lecithin causes early death and is possibly linked to moral collapse. * "Corn is government poison." * Wheat, dairy, oats, potatoes, tomatoes, and all American meat, also poison. * Oil is only safe if you grow the plant, press it yourself, and make peace with your ancestors before using it * No meat unless you personally hunted it with remorse * Nightshades are treacherous. * Avocados and chia are holy. Somewhere between the rant about athletics and the whispered denunciation of oats, I lost track of time. He may have mentioned being a neurologist. He may have gestured toward a red light therapy wand. I don't remember blinking. I do remember thinking: "If I tell him the oatmeal cookie in my purse, I will not make it out of here alive." At one point, he asked if I was lactating. He asked with gravity, like it was the key to something I would never understand. I said no. He looked disappointed, but not surprised. He told me to bury a cabbage. Wait several months. Add breastmilk if available. And then--eat it. I asked if I should clean the jar before fermenting it underground. He didn't answer. I understood. I now fear: * Corn * Lecithin * My own fridge * Nightshades * Red light devices * The smell of buried vegetables I now believe: * Healing begins with suffering * Oats are emotionally weak * Breastmilk is the cure for pink eye, heartburn, and possibly modern despair * Press your own oil or perish * I may never be the same There was no blood pressure taken. No eye exam. No touching of any kind--just direct eye contact, rapid speech, and nutritional exorcism. I came in with a body. I left with a mission. I cannot recommend this experience enough. Five stars. Bring your own jar.

    Dr Boehr is probably the most all encompassing medical practitioner that I have ever met. He is a…read moremedical genius and knows amazing things about the body that your average doctor knows nothing about. He is not a proponent of using a lot of drugs. He uses supplements for the specific part of the body that you are concerned with and they always work. He has been all over the world learning different types of medicine I am always amazed that any one person can know so much. His office visits cost very little and the office is very casual. He does walk-ins as well. I have been to him many times and have never been disappointed. He has a great rapport with each patient as well and takes plenty of time to listen and actually teach you why things are happening as they are. That's my opinion.

    Thrive Therapy - occupationaltherapy - Updated May 2026

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