A phone call

I wasn’t going to put anything in but I can be shameless and this post about my blog captured my heart. I was going to link to each blogger that said something but that will wait until after I hear news about the sale of my apartment. When I will also put in some beautiful older posts about this blog, and get the LIP to put in the article again.

Patience is a virtue I guess and I have it up to a point but my entire life seems to be about waiting and I feel that the old joke about collecting Social Security and whatever at the same time won’t be a joke.

I have no idea why I got into the Italic thing. It was pouring and it rarely rains here suffices I think. This person was in my class. It was the smallest, in student body, public school in Nassau County, and we all knew each other. I just don’t remember him and that’s more than strange.

I had a fascinating two and half hour phone conversation with somebody I was supposed to have known but absolutely didn’t remember-and I’m supposed to have the memory of an elephant especially for my early life. Very early–as in those years after elementary school and before college.

He’s an intuitive healer who told me that I have back problems. “No, never. I have neck problems.”
“That’s how the back problems manifest.”
“Not according to the x ray. I have that problem lawyers love a pinched nerve as it shows in x rays as opposed to whiplash.”

Then he told me that I’m bipolar. He also told me I nothing I could say would change his opinion. I had told him that I suffer from severe anxiety so it’s easy to put depression and mania into the mix.

I know I didn’t sound bipolar. I neither sounded manic nor depressed, and couldn’t figure out a third way a bipolar would sound. I would go for normal if I had to bet.

There are times my voice is very soft and bored sounding though I’m not. But on the phone my voice just sounds young and preppy. Like the average Ralph Lauren/Calvin Klein publicist, but softer I know as I have met more than a few–and in two cases was asked to guess their profession.

I have many problems with people diagnosing people who didn’t ask to be diagnosed over the telephone or in person, actually. He told me he didn’t like clinicians who label everything and then offer cures for much money. Or not with non verbal learning disorder which I didn’t bring up. If he were to guess disorders I would have loved him to guess spatial problems and me having learning disorders. I mentioned the later. He doesn’t believe in them. But he does believe in bi polar which is weird as he told me he doesn’t believe in anything in the DSM-1V.

What was he doing if not acting as a diagnostician?

He didn’t ask for money after he had me walk to cure my back problem. He told me that I would sleep well that night. I sleep well most nights so….I let him talk so much as I was fascinated by his apparent belief in his own powers.

I did let him think that I believed him a bit. I kept wanting to hear more. I am more “educated” in these things than he is and I wanted to be able to tell somebody we know in common why she shouldn’t believe anything he says.

I think he was going to tell me he could cure my bipolarism when we met. Only that’s not going to happen.

I’m at an age when many people have back problems. Actually I have friends who have had back problems forever. There’s always some problem many people will have.

I don’t doubt that some people are true intuitives and might be able to heal. But he told me that he cures cancer on a regular basis. Now if I had cancer and somebody cured it by intuitive healing I would broadcast that. I would want the world to know. If financially able I would establish a clinic for him. I’m factoring out normal treatments as I assume they would stop, or he claims that the cure is immediate. If my cancer stopped immediately I would call every news agency. People might think I’m crazy but I would want to share this with the world.

But when I googled him, and of course I did, I only found complaints.

It’s stupid to try to con people who know more than you do about the subject they’re trying to con you in–and hey anybody who watches Oprah or Dr Phil does.

I loved Sha Na Na.
This was the “other” teenage death song

This is more Sha Na Na–as I remember then in the 70’s imitating 50’s music. It’s actually one of my favorite early rock songs from the days I would drink coffee and listen to Murray the K–I was twelve so I can’t be trusted as I was a pre-teen Saturday night (my parents were always out) coffee addict.



It’s a beautiful day and this was going to turn into the longest post in my posting history, and I have written some long ones. Tiger Woods just won The US Open and I had no idea how much I wanted that.