So I had this cool thing happen that I want to share with you. I have another thing that is going on that I will put in the Fatastic Journal before long, but this one is different and goes here. I have a lovely woman with whom I am acquainted whose husband is a chiropractor. Before last Friday, I had not met her husband and had not particularly formed an opinion about him based on my interaction with her. You know how sometimes, when you meet a lady friend, you kind of get an idea that you don’t like her husband even before you meet him? Is that just me? Anyway, that didn’t happen and he was just “her husband” in my mind with no preconceived ideas. I have often been leery about chiropractors in general because while a General Practitioner will listen to your complaint and say something like, “Hmm, take Motrin,” a chiropractor gets right in there and monkeys with business that makes you walk (or not) and move comfortably (or not). I know there are good chiropractors and bad chiropractors out there and I have heard about a thousand stories from each side of the fence. Since I know this woman to be capable and smart and fun and open-minded and interesting, I didn’t think her husband was one of the bad ones by any means. I just couldn’t imagine why I would ever really need a chiropractor.
Anyway, a mutual friend of ours mentioned the chiropractor to me and said, “You absolutely have to do this.” I asked why and she declared that he was just a miracle worker. Evidently, this guy is just the best energy practitioner in the world and works miracles on a person’s body. Being almost 52, I am not without my aches and pains and I just kind of live with it and go on. I accept my body quirks as part of being heavy or part of getting older or both and don’t think much about it. I took bellydance classes, which I loved, and stopped because my hip pain was increasing significantly as I progressed. At first, I hurt for a day or two after class (which was once a week). By the time I quit, I’d reached a point where I just never stopped hurting… until I stopped taking the class.
Buoyed by our mutual friend’s enthusiastic endorsement, I made an appointment and for the first time in over 14 years, went in to see a doctor. In the interim of those 14 years, I have had two pap smears, both of which were performed by a nurse practitioner. I don’t really have anything against doctors. I just don’t really need one.
I went into the office and he asked no questions. He knew nothing about any aches or issues I have. He was very friendly and amicable, which I not only appreciated, but suspected given the fact that I really like his wife and most really smart cookies are not married to total assholes (although some certainly are). The first thing he did after I poured onto the exam table was he picked up my left ankle and told me that he was going to press in and he wanted me to resist. I did and thought I did pretty well. He then asked me to grit my teeth and do the same thing and I did even better, so I felt totally proud. Nope. As it turns out, that’s bad because it means that my energy flow is only really there when under stress. He told me I had almost no functional energy flow and that my energy was basically just sustaining my life support. That did NOT sound encouraging. He worked on me for probably 45 min or so. He moved energy around my internal organs, but worked primarily on my shoulders, neck, and the base of my skull. I never felt any pain during the process (my friend said she’d felt incredible pain, so I was prepared if that happened), but I did feel pressure. He’d asked me not to drift off, but to stay present, so I resisted the urge to go all meditative when I’m still for any length of time and particularly when someone is pushing on feel good parts like my shoulders and neck. I even had the thought go through my head that while this was very nice, my neck, shoulders, and base of my skull didn’t really have any problems.
After a while, he said that he thought he’d gotten some flow going again and asked me to roll over and slowly sit up, then stand up and walk around the facility a bit. I knew from my study of Energy Medicine that walking causes the body meridians to cross and helps things flow better. I noticed as we walked (I was barefoot) that I felt odd, but didn’t think too much of it until we got back to his exam room and I realized that what felt odd to me was that the chronic pain I’d had in my right knee for months was now completely gone!! I was shocked. I put pressure on my right leg, moved it around, tried to get it to hurt and it just wouldn’t. This is a pain that has kept me up nights because I have to prop pillows in a certain way all around my knee, flex it just so, and that is to get it to a point that there is enough of a reduction in the pain that I can get to sleep. If I move at all, the pain wakes me up. About a year ago, it started out as intermittent, but since January when I started exercising now and then, it hasn’t let up.
He told me that my problems stemmed from damage sustained at some point when I’d injured my cervical spine and cranium. That injury occurred thirty years ago, folks. We lived on Jays Croft Circle on RAF Bentwaters in England. In the base housing, the floors were concrete with vinyl tile over it. Over the tile, we’d placed indoor outdoor carpeting (it was the 80s, what can I say?). Paul (my first husband) and I were goofing around and he was behind me and managed to reach through my knees and grab my hands. I told him, “I’m going to fall!” and he said, “No you won’t!” and pulled hard on my hands. I face planted into the floor, hit hard and blacked out. When I came to (I have no idea how long I was out), I had a bag of frozen corn on my face and I was laughing hysterically. For several minutes, I could not stop laughing and trust me, there was nothing funny. It was some kind of bizarre neurological reaction. Paul asked me if I was OK (clearly not, Einstein), and I said that I was a long, long way from OK.
A couple of days later, I finally got him to take me to the ER because my neck was in terrible pain and I could not move it in either direction. I remember seeing the xrays and the doctor said I had a hairline crack on my cervical spine, bad whiplash, and possibly a concussion, not to mention an eye hemorrhage and some serious rug burn on my face. Being a military facility, I was given a giant bottle of Motrin and a C-collar and sent home. It was easily 2 months before I could comfortably move my head in free range of motion.
All of that flashed through my head when he said, “cervical spine and cranium.” Wow.
I thanked him and went on my way to meet Eric for lunch. There was a bit of a traffic back up at the off ramp and as I was looking at the people in the cars coming toward me, I realized that I was really connecting with them. It was like I knew everyone’s story. Had this energy movement somehow amped up my psychic vibe? Then I realized that I could really see the people. I looked around and saw that I could clearly read the road signs. ?! My eyesight isn’t terrible, but it sure isn’t 2o/20. Or wasn’t. When I got to the restaurant, I could read the menu without my Old Lady Reading Glasses. ?! Eric even mentioned how sparkly my eyes were.
Since Friday, I still have absolutely no pain in my knee, which is amazing to me. I mean it had been there all the time. My vision did not stay as clear as it was right after the treatment, but it is not as bad as it was before. To me, this is nothing short of a miracle and I am very excited to see where it leads! That’s why I had to share it with you! I feel VERY fortunate and blessed right now!
By the way, it was THIS GUY!
(and he’s cute too!)