Relief

Not blogging as much as I used to.  I feel lots of the time like I'm in a brain fog.  That would usually upset me, but I'm going with it.
I have to tell you about my "healing" experience.  I've been holding on blogging about it, didn't want to jinx myself.

Last weekend, I had the opportunity to meet with  Brant Secunda  (scroll down the page on this link)
for a healing.  Miss Skeptical here decided to throw fate to the winds.  I figured that he had as much chance of fixing my head as two neurosurgeons with hammers and a drill, who pretty much admit that they are clueless in my situation.

It was nothing like I expected.  The warmth and love and goodness in the room were palpable.
The actual process didn't take long.
My daughter and I went together, and when we walked out........there should  be a drum roll RIGHT HERE.............as I went to get in the car to drive to the main lodge, I realized that I did not have a headache.  For the first time in two years.   I tearfully turned to my daughter, and asked her what I realize now was a pretty comical question: "Where the hell did my headache go?"
Seriously.
I shook my head.  It was still gone.

Do you know, or can you imagine, what it felt like to be without my horrible companion of two years?  I have become so accustomed to it, in all of its variations, but mostly its CONSTANCY, that suddenly I felt lightheaded, and a little confused.
My headache stayed gone for an hour.  We went and had a lovely buffet lunch with the group, before we left for home.  It was heaven, I tell you.  A simple lunch with good people, and NO HEADACHE.
I can't even begin to describe how I felt.
Hopeful.  Free.  New.  A little unbalanced, in a good way.
When my headache came back, so gradually that I hardly noticed it, it was dull for the rest of the day.
I was ok with that.
It was still a relief, especially since I had driven the two hours down there with a smasher, asking myself if I was crazy or what, not staying home on the couch.

The next day, I woke to find that someone must have hit me across the face with the proverbial 2x4.
It was an awful day, and I DID stay on the couch with Roy.
Brant relayed that it would get worse before it got better, that he was still working on it for 5 days.
Be patient.  Wait.

I am not a hysterical kind of person.  My kids refer to me as Inspector Gadget, because I always get to the bottom of any mystery.
Not this time.
I don't understand it.  But more than that,  I don't care.  I'll take it.

Today has been 5 days, and for whatever crazy reason, my head is better.  Not perfect, but better.
I have had a whole day of a TWO.  And then mostly THREE.  No off the chart days since Monday.
I am tentatively impressed.
Who wouldn't be?

And I can't ignore one clear and simple fact.   FOR ONE HOUR, I did not have a headache, for the first time since October 2011.  I don't know what happened, but it is clear even to a doubter like me, that SOMETHING HAPPENED.

So today, I am going to enjoy my 8 year old granddaughter.  I don't get enough chances to do that.  Lots of times, I haven't felt good enough to do that.  She has no school, and her kitchen was accidentally destroyed by fire yesterday,  so she needs a quiet, no stress day with her Mimi.
And that's what matters.