I have never been afraid of needles.
I cut my nose open when I was 11 playing volleyball in my bedroom. I was volleying against the wall and accidentally volleyed straight up, breaking my Raggedy Ann and Andy light fixture instantly, raining tiny shards of glass on me.
I am blessed that I only cut my nose.
A clean cut, almost straight across the bridge of my nose. It bled. And bled. And bled. And when my father saw me coming towards him with a red towel and shoes untied, he knew we were going to the doctor.
The biggest needle I had ever seen was used to freeze my face. Three stitches laced the cut closed, and we were back for Easter Dinner in no time.
My childhood injuries always occurred with a turkey in the oven. Cooking a turkey also requires a needle. But I am getting off topic.
Last year I fought a battle with lower back pain that had been brewing for a long time. Years of bartending, bad posture, ridiculous footwear selection and odd hip flexibility had crept up on me like a thief in the night. Each episode would come and go, but got undeniably worse. So I committed to do everything in my power to attack the thief and take back the night. Specifically, take back my ability to work and wear heels and go for a 10 minute walk without feeling like the Robaxacet puppet.
Strength training. Two chiropractors. A Mindfulness Meditation course. Stretching. Pillows under the knees at bedtime. A battery operated back massager. Xrays. MRIs. Sensitive loved ones who would lift things and suggest cabbing and give me a few extra minutes when standing up to realign myself like a proper young lady.
These people and methods and regimes gave me control over my pain. But the most interesting method only happened once and may need to happen again very soon.
With an energy healer. His name in Tai Chi.
He sat me down and gave me a tea. I drank it and then he hovered his hand over different parts of my body, saying “Yes” and “No”, going back over the spots until they all got a “Yes”.
My energy healer told me I was allergic to gluten and that my left ovary was sad. He stuck me with pins and said he was were worried that my chakras were too open. I told him that this worried me as well.
“Don’t worry. I will close them.”
He told me that I am destined to make music or be a teacher. But he felt very strongly that music will be my greatest passion. He told me that I needed to be by the ocean and that I should wear more green.
He gave me a massage and placed little silver and bronze beads in an intricate pattern along my back and behind my ears. He told me to leave them on until they fell off.
When I left, I could still feel the sensation of the beads. I was more relaxed than I had been in a long time. Loose. Almost fluid.
I don’t know if I am going to pick up a bass this week, but I am going to get to the ocean very, very soon. And probably back to Tai Chi as soon as I can. I think my Chakras need a tuneup.