Holistic Healing is a Dream Come True

Of course I have tried holistic healing before and continue to value the treasure that it is, but today was so incredible. Surprisingly in my tiny town we do have an acupuncturist/healing massage therapist/performs Reiki lady who has degrees in all of the above. This is honestly so incredible when western medicine continues to fail you for months on end. Today I went to speak with her again for the first time in months to see if she could help my joint pain. Normally I get acupuncture done, which isn’t really my favorite thing around my hips. It has helped subside my joint pain for about a week at a time, but I haven’t tried anything else from this blessing of a woman. Today I decided to just get a massage to see if she could pulse healing energy through my body as well as just massage the things I’m not sure how to massage myself.

It honestly was the best decision. I felt so much better after I left. But during the massage, with each pass she made over my hips and ever growing amount of knots in my back, I could feel the pain being virtually whisked away from my body. It was the most insane feeling to have for the first time in a year, the moment it didn’t hurt for her to touch or push into my SI joint and bursa sac was the best moment this far. Whenever I’d touch it or try and rub it out, the sharp pain would keep me from going long, but I mediated through this massage and nothing could’ve helped more to get through those initial sharp/intense pains. When she was finished she left without saying a word so for a minute I was confused and just trying to come back to the real world after experiencing the most luxurious massage of my life.

I haven’t felt so refreshed and renewed in over a year. Walking down the street back to my apartment was the best walk ever. Almost entirely left with no pain at all, which is weird to get used to after so long. I then had to paint a few more walls in order to prepare my new apartment for my boyfriend and I to move into, and had no problem squatting and stretching to get all the nooks and crannies. Doesn’t mean I still don’t take a million breaks in between because of nausea.

The thing that I am getting the most tired of in this process is; waking up feeling like I could puke if I move even an inch and after eating a meal feeling more nauseous than I was before. I’m not sure what those two things really mean, and I’ve mentioned them multiple times to my doctors, but it doesn’t seem to make a difference. It’s just so frustrating for doctors to not take you seriously due to age, gender (not being sexist but women get treated like shit by a lot of doctors), and how they perceive if you are so nïeve to a point where they just keep throwing short term medications at you.

So today was fantastic because I got to experience the best massage ever and have someone who listens to and considers everything I say to her. She is better than any doctor I have seen in the last year because I actually feel heard, not just looked over because I’m just a young 19-year old whose just “pregnant” (Still no baby, I must be overdue based on the doctors accusing me the first time over 11 months ago and are still resilient that pregnancy is the answer.) and I have no idea of what I am actually feeling so just try this medication. Oh that didn’t work? Try this one! Not that one either? Here’s another one! And the vigorous cycle continued on for what has seemed like an eternity. So boy oh boy I can’t wait to see the GI specialist on March 24th who will probably be just as angry as I am at the utter incompetence these doctors seem to have.

Tomorrow is always better as long as you believe it will be. And that doesn’t always have to mean the next day, because the tomorrow that will be better to me will be the end of March. Time is a construct, but that’s a whole different subject. So if the sun rises again when I wake in the morning, then the day is already great.

Here’s to all of the tomorrows’ you are looking forward to.

Em