THE LIGHT WORKER'S MANUAL - AN UNPUBLISHED MANUSCRIPT
“You suffered a stroke,” they told me. I can tell you that I am still suffering a stroke, even after eight months. I am improving but the process is slow.
The first month was the most difficult; the pace of events was exhausting. I was expected to attend hospitals, doctors, clinics and re-learn the things I had lost. But, I was fortunate, I had my daughter make all the arrangements and drive me to all appointments. Some are not so fortunate and for this I am thankful.
One hospital offered five weeks of therapy; attending twice a week with different therapists. This is what I want to write about so it will be on record and I will not forget it.
The therapist on Thursdays was unique in every respect. The first visit, she seems not to know where anything was. She seemed to spend the entire forty minutes looking for things. She did not have an office to herself, so we used an empty office which did not seem to be supplied with things she needed. At least she could not find things she needed.
Her name is CC, these are her initials, and I don’t recall what the initials stand for, but CC was her name. She was unusually thin and quite tall. I did not notice her bone structure the first few visits, only that she was thin.
She was quite attractive but there was nothing covering her skeleton. Her skeleton was most unusual, not like a human skeleton. She had only one bone in her arms. It was very noticeable because the skin that hung from her bone was very wrinkled, similar to a person of advanced age, but she was not as old as her sink would identify. She seemed to be in her mid to late thirties but the skin on her arms seemed to be perhaps that of a sixty or seventy year old. The bone was straight and thin; like a thin broom stick.
There was only bone and skin, there was no flesh under her skin, but the most unusual was that she only had one bone. Her face was skin covering her skeletal bone structure. There were no cheeks, fat or muscle tissue.
On the last visit, she walked toward me and there was a mark on her forehead. I only saw it for a brief moment, but it looked like VVV or WW. It did not look like a tattoo or a scar. The colour of the marking was similar to the colour of her skin but easily detectable. When she turned her head again to me, the marks were gone. Yet is was clearly obvious for that brief moment.
I never saw her again but she is unforgettable.
Written 19 May 2019