Whatever Works

Yesterday evening, I ran into a colleague who is one of those fearless nurses who goes anywhere in the city. She's not exactly fearless, but that's how she's perceived and this is how this cockamamie culture of skewed safety perseveres within my work environment. She told me she couldn't go where I go at night--even though it's where she goes during the day. Everything looks a little worse in those neighborhoods under the cloak of darkness. Interestingly, just when you'd think most would be tucked safely in for the night, it's those neighborhoods that are just starting to come alive. These people are fooling themselves into thinking daylight makes these areas safer. They're not.

Anyways, this nurse is also into Healing Touch therapy. Her patients swear by her energy restoring treatments. With the touch of her hands and a few murmured words, she heals people of pain, anxiety and stress. Last night, she insisted on giving me a treatment that lasted just a few short minutes. It couldn't have come at a better time, because late last night, security didn't answer their phone. I needed an escort into the city--right into the heart of an area that makes me quake in my Danskos--and they didn't answer the damned phone.

I went, reinforced with a fearless nurse's healing touch and brand new energy shield meant to protect me. I must have looked like a crazy woman driving down I-94, repeating over and over, "nobody will hurt me with my brand new energy shield."

It worked.

Fearless has her own Healing Touch practice. I'm scheduling a one hour appointment. Stat.

Don't go thinking I didn't rip security a new orifice this morning. I did. It's not the first time they haven't answered their phone at night, but I'm willing to bet that it may be the last time they don't. Bright and early today, in addition to my new energy shield, I'm also armed with alternative numbers for our security escort service.