Blogged by Christi
I'm writing this at 9:15 a.m. in a green hospital gown, and I have to make it quick before the doctors visit me on rounds and hopefully spring me from my hospital bed. At least, that's what I hope they'll do. I've been here all weekend.
Friday night I came in through the Emergency Room, driven there by my mom and 10-year-old daughter. I thought I was having another stroke. I've had a couple of minor ones, so I knew what to watch for. When things started looking strange after a Happy and Healthy Hour, I thought I'd best get it checked out. Of course, I didn't know that I wouldn't leave for 36 hours....
I'm receiving good care and am feeling 100%. Apparently the hospital staff was concerned enough to admit me. I'm just waiting for the MRI results from yesterday. It's the weekend, and apparently the only doctors who can read MRIs are enjoying it with their families. So I wait. "I'm teaching a class at 2:00 on the UMKC campus!" I want to yell in the hall. One doctor told me he'd make sure I was out at 2:00. Not gonna work.
There are people here who are sicker than I am. I get it. They need immediate care, while I can.... What's the word? Simmer? Languish? Contemplate and meditate? That feels much better. I've been doing a lot of that the past 24+ hours, between missing and worrying about my daughter and stressing about my business and getting my taxes done and juggling all my weekend plans and obligations. But here I sit.
But this is not the point of this blog. It feels cathartic to put all this down, but it's not the point. The point of this blog is that I am human, with a very human body. And I admit it, I need help to figure out what is going on with it.
My mind is screaming "I'm a Reiki master! A Quantum Healing Hypnosis Practitioner! A spiritual medium! A meditation instructor, for Pete's sake!" How could a holistic healer who believes in spiritual and energetic causes for all physical problems wind up in a hospital with a stroke? I help people with life situations. I am a spiritual person. Yet here I am.
All this to say that there are times when holistic, spiritual people need Western medical help. There are times when it is appropriate, and we need to be able to surrender our beliefs--or at least suspend them--when our bodies are in danger. And by the way: Archangel Michael came with me in the MRI. He held my hands and showered me with love. He kept me calm when my back was screaming in pain and it was louder than a jet engine. And guess what? He sent me an angel named "Michal" (yep, pronounced "Michael." I checked.) to run the machine and take care of me.
There have been other blessings, too many to count: When asked what I do for a living by every single hospital worker here, I was honest: I am a professional medium, Reiki master, and hypnosis practitioner. I guarantee you've never had a patient like me, I thought. Nearly everyone was curious, and I provided impromptu aura readings and connections with loved ones. It changed some minds and proved what was possible. The work continues no matter what. Plus, the staff are kind, compassionate, and wonderful here at Truman Medical Center. I hope I never see them again. :-)
Update, 9:40: The MRI results are in. Not a stroke! Either a TIA or complex migraine. I do have vascular disease, which I will for sure correct by taking a higher dose of aspirin and the cholesterol medication my doctors have been begging me to take. There was more, too: an atypical, benign hemangioma mass on my C-spine that we will continue to monitor; cervical spondylosis, which I will research; narrowing of the C7-C8 vertebrae, and nerve root compression.
I will be talking with Spirit to find the energetic connection to these things and doing more targeted self-Reiki.
But the biggest news is that I get to leave in about an hour. See you soon, and please. If your body truly needs Western medical attention, do not delay it. There are times when we truly need help.
I'm writing this at 9:15 a.m. in a green hospital gown, and I have to make it quick before the doctors visit me on rounds and hopefully spring me from my hospital bed. At least, that's what I hope they'll do. I've been here all weekend.
Friday night I came in through the Emergency Room, driven there by my mom and 10-year-old daughter. I thought I was having another stroke. I've had a couple of minor ones, so I knew what to watch for. When things started looking strange after a Happy and Healthy Hour, I thought I'd best get it checked out. Of course, I didn't know that I wouldn't leave for 36 hours....
I'm receiving good care and am feeling 100%. Apparently the hospital staff was concerned enough to admit me. I'm just waiting for the MRI results from yesterday. It's the weekend, and apparently the only doctors who can read MRIs are enjoying it with their families. So I wait. "I'm teaching a class at 2:00 on the UMKC campus!" I want to yell in the hall. One doctor told me he'd make sure I was out at 2:00. Not gonna work.
There are people here who are sicker than I am. I get it. They need immediate care, while I can.... What's the word? Simmer? Languish? Contemplate and meditate? That feels much better. I've been doing a lot of that the past 24+ hours, between missing and worrying about my daughter and stressing about my business and getting my taxes done and juggling all my weekend plans and obligations. But here I sit.
But this is not the point of this blog. It feels cathartic to put all this down, but it's not the point. The point of this blog is that I am human, with a very human body. And I admit it, I need help to figure out what is going on with it.
My mind is screaming "I'm a Reiki master! A Quantum Healing Hypnosis Practitioner! A spiritual medium! A meditation instructor, for Pete's sake!" How could a holistic healer who believes in spiritual and energetic causes for all physical problems wind up in a hospital with a stroke? I help people with life situations. I am a spiritual person. Yet here I am.
All this to say that there are times when holistic, spiritual people need Western medical help. There are times when it is appropriate, and we need to be able to surrender our beliefs--or at least suspend them--when our bodies are in danger. And by the way: Archangel Michael came with me in the MRI. He held my hands and showered me with love. He kept me calm when my back was screaming in pain and it was louder than a jet engine. And guess what? He sent me an angel named "Michal" (yep, pronounced "Michael." I checked.) to run the machine and take care of me.
There have been other blessings, too many to count: When asked what I do for a living by every single hospital worker here, I was honest: I am a professional medium, Reiki master, and hypnosis practitioner. I guarantee you've never had a patient like me, I thought. Nearly everyone was curious, and I provided impromptu aura readings and connections with loved ones. It changed some minds and proved what was possible. The work continues no matter what. Plus, the staff are kind, compassionate, and wonderful here at Truman Medical Center. I hope I never see them again. :-)
Update, 9:40: The MRI results are in. Not a stroke! Either a TIA or complex migraine. I do have vascular disease, which I will for sure correct by taking a higher dose of aspirin and the cholesterol medication my doctors have been begging me to take. There was more, too: an atypical, benign hemangioma mass on my C-spine that we will continue to monitor; cervical spondylosis, which I will research; narrowing of the C7-C8 vertebrae, and nerve root compression.
I will be talking with Spirit to find the energetic connection to these things and doing more targeted self-Reiki.
But the biggest news is that I get to leave in about an hour. See you soon, and please. If your body truly needs Western medical attention, do not delay it. There are times when we truly need help.
RSS Feed