Healer Blog for Jenn

By now you know that my foot is fucked up
omg. Rosh is mad talking in her sleep right now. She said 'six and seven and eight and shit' then looked at me and said 'know what I mean, mate?!' So I said, 'are you even awake right now?' and she says, 'Yeah, man! I'm talking about dividing up all of the people with injuries' then rolled over and is now silent.
Nice timing, Rosh.

Anyway, Rosh's family is from India and they have a friend who is a healer, so they suggested that I go to see him about my foot. (sorry this isn't more interesting, Jenn) I agreed, of course, because it sure isn't going to hurt anything to have this guy pray and meditate over my 'walking organ' (as Varsi called it in an email this morning). So, we go in to his house, he says some stuff silently whilst holding some sort of stones in his hand and moving them up and down along the length of my foot and lower leg. He was silent, so I don't know what he was saying...not like I'd have much of a clue if he were speaking aloud (though Rosh would have translated if she could). A healing prayer.
So, I have to go back at 9 in the morning for my last of two sessions. It's 2 now. I need sleep. Maybe I should take that codeine the doctor gave me. Nah. Natural sleep is good.
Nighty-o, kiddies.