Voodoo Doctoring...

I love using that phrase.... especially in a bank atmosphere where when I say it they all think I've joined a cult or something..

But more seriously - in the never ending search for help with my back I stumbled across a new type of 'healer'. They call it kinesiology here (note to my Canadian friends - this is different from kinesiology back home which is really sports medicine).

I call it voodoo.

It's all some weird shit about muscle testing (which isn't weird) and talking to your body (which is weird). But hey, the woman I met said she had her back healed after having suffered for over 20 years.

I say - other than losing money - I had nothing to lose by giving it a chance.

Now its similar to chiropractic medicine in a way - but kinesiology believes it can heal you in just a few short sessions - and you don't have to go every two weeks for the rest of your life.

So I went two weeks ago - and you know what? My back hasn't hurt since, my migraines are gone (which was one of the major drivers) and I even feel more positive about everything - I find the pressure and problems at work so much easier to deal with, I've got my sense of humour back and I'm letting sleeping dogs lie. I feel like a new me.

Whether its the mumbo jumbo or the fact that I am finally painfree after almost two years of 24/7 chronic - maybe its just the euphoric high? Whatever. I don't care.

(note - chronic pain is like having a printer next to you at work where you don't notice it humming all day long until it turns off... Someone just turned the printer off..)

Cool huh?


Happy Laura has returned....