R came over and worked me over last night. No, not in a Good-Fella sort of way — he’s a bodyworker, massage therapist, healer. At any rate, he did cranial-sacral and other modalities that I have NO clue what they were. Worked though.

Although I woke up sore this morning, I did NOT wake up with a headache. Which is the first time in a long, long time that that has happened. My chest feels a little congested but I think that’s just my body trying to process crap from my pancreas.

I am deeply grateful to not have to scramble for Exedrine first thing in the morning. Thank you.