Positive Thinking Healed Me 4X When E.R. Could Not

A couple weeks ago I was moving a gigantic wooden easel down 43 steep cement stairs. Near the dirt driveway, I felt a pain in my knee and figured a nail must have scraped me, but my vision was blocked by the twelve feet easel, so I continued carrying it. That was my mistake. If I had stopped and put down the cumbersome easel and pulled up my flannel pajama pants to view my knee, I would have seen almost a 2 inch splinter stabbing me. Instead, I carried on, put the easel by the garbage, and walked back up those steep stairs, unwittingly embedding the wood assailant deeper and deeper inside my knee.

Once in the house I saw blood through my pajamas and socks, so I undressed and blotted it and I was shocked to see an outline of an almost 2 inch splinter, the shape of a big screw, under my knee skin. When my fingers, or tweezers, could not grab the wood piece, I twisted my leg and pulled skin in different directions — but that did not result in slipping out the intruder.

“F*ck”, I chided myself, “This is my own fault because my low vibration caused this accident to happen. “

I resented carrying this easel and storing it for so long and never using it and buying it from a friend and I felt so bad that friend accidentally crashed her truck into my car and had to pay for all my windows. I shouldn’t have left my black SUV up the dirt road that day. She couldn’t see it in the dark when she was leaving here after helping me with stuff. I felt guilty she crashed into my car and had to pay for repairs. Now my low vibrations stabbed myself with a sliver from her easel. “Damnit I don’t have health insurance and can’t afford thousands of bucks for a doctor to get this out.”

“I have to be the doctor.”

I then took a lit match to a razor blade to sterilize it and then poked my knee area to make a surgical incision. That hurt worse than the initial sliver did! But undaunted I razored some skin near where I felt the end of the sliver to be, about half an inch from the original wound. After trying to carve myself longer, it was apparent we indeed have more than one layer of skin. I must have cut myself five times and each time deeper, but only drew a spec of blood, because it occurred to me if I cut deeper, I would probably require stitches, and I was not in the mood to stab myself with needles and sew up an inch of seven layers of bloody skin.

So risking infection I limped to my desk and watched YouTube videos on how to get the splinter out. Most compelled by a woman swearing a mixture of soap and sugar would coax it out slowly, I tried that.

Every day. For a week. Then I stopped.

It did not work, which was okay, I reasoned, because I could just talk to my cells and body parts, as I do, and ask their help. But day after day there was a slight knee pain, and whitish puss after my morning bath, but no sign of a splinter to grab.

“Sure, in 2025, most people would have a doctor remove it,” I thought, “But hundreds of years ago, thousands of years ago, people must have gotten big slivers all the time.

Those poor cavemen carrying around those wooden clubs. Imagine their splinters. Huge. So mine’s not a big deal.

I will continue to ask my cells to eat the wood and chew it into debris which can flow out my system somehow.” Yeah, my knee still hurt on occasion, especially when I slept on that side, but I simply had other things to do, and had to focus on those.

Don’t feel bad for me because I don’t have health insurance. I am self-employed and any extra money for doctors goes to cosmetic work (my body, my choice) to keep me looking young. As for “health” insurance, I have assigned myself to take care of my own health. I eat great, exercise, meditate, stay high vibration living in the forest, and my many natural supplements have stopped illness. If I had Covid, I have no idea, since I treat any slight sore throat or sneeze immediately (with honey, garlic, vitamin D, vitamin C, pine pollen, elderberry, ivermectin, etc.) and am always 100% the next day.

As I was in the bathtub today, I looked down and thought I saw the latest Band-Aid on my knee. As I reached to pull it off, instead I felt the entire sliver, almost two inches, 95% out of my knee!

Here it is (it slightly shrunk over these weeks.)

The moral of the story is I was no longer worried about this foreign object inside me, concerned that it would hurt me somehow. Millions of people would have dwelled in fear and made it a bigger problem that in was; made it a life-threatening foe, which is why I did not post this on Facebook where doomers would guarantee it would paralyze my leg like their Uncle Stew… or get lodged in my intestines and I’d starve to death… or it would pierce my brain and I’d have amnesia and epileptic seizures when walking my dogs. I did not want to commiserate my splinter story — no, I wanted to stay high vibration as if there were no danger inside me at all.

Well today, quite unexpectedly, all at once, it came out — without a bit of pain! There it was, out of me.

Without health insurance, it is crucial one has a positive attitude!

Two other times over the years I have driven to the emergency room in dire pain, asking them how much it would cost me out of pocket to get help. Both times it was many thousands of bucks— so I went home and healed myself.

Once it was a horrific pain each time I swallowed, which is every few seconds — so I went home and proceeded with my natural remedies like Chlorine Dioxide. I was fine the next day.

Another time the pain from my side was so excruciating I actually fainted and awoke clutching my desk chair. With positive thinking and my natural herbs, etcetera, within weeks I was back to normal. I have no idea if I had pulled a muscle or if my spleen or appendix exploded, maybe miraculously healed, as I was praying. I have no idea. I simply focused on other priorities and believed 100% that I deserved perfect health and would get back to it.

20 years ago at a gym, I climbed upside down on a tall machine to pull myself up to do push-ups- but my feet slipped out of the straps and my head crashed down on the iron foundation.

I was paralyzed.

My eyes were open and saw people coming to my aid but I could not use my mouth to tell them I was trying to move my fingers which would not move. I could not scream my legs won’t move-and that I am paralyzed.

I am convinced if I chose to worry, I would be trapped in worry in a coma today, still paralyzed. What I did instead was tell myself, calmly, “No. No I will not be paralyzed. No. I understand I caused this by my actions and my sucky attitude, mad at Hollywood for me not getting more acting parts.” I assessed my victim potential and overpowered it, demanding I not be paralyzed. It took five minutes to get my fingers and toes to move, but they did. Five minutes later my arms and legs moved. As the ambulance was pulling up, I walked slowly away, muttering, “Thank you. But I can’t afford it. I’ll be all right. I got this.”

And I was fine.

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One final point, if you don’t mind… I did not share this to brag — I shared this to help you heal yourself. :)

For me, each time I instantly took accountability for creating my physical challenges. That belief, that I am in charge, and not a victim to outside influences, gave me the power to CHANGE that situation. If on the other hand I believed I was a victim to outside circumstances, then concurrently only outside influences could fix me.

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ACTING CREDITS OF THOM BIERDZ: https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0081551/