Heel, Heal Thyself

I hurt my achilles playing volleyball at Aussies last Friday. I’m not sure how if happened since I was only a little sore during the game, but when I stood up after the obligatory margarita afterwards, I could barely walk to the car.

Monday night was indoor volleyball night, but I was still gimpy so was unable to play. I went down to the ARC anyway, just to say “Hi” and watch my team play against by far the worst team in the league (all GOP workers… go figure!). It was a good thing I did, since another team member was late and we would have forfeited the first game if I had not been there to stand in the corner of the court.

But I digress. During warm-ups, a member of another team (our arch-rivals) staying to referee our match, saw me limping around and asked me what was wrong. When I explained he asked me, quite politely, if he could pray over my heel. To be honest, that was the last thing I was expecting to hear, so I automatically said “Okay” and he bent down, took hold of my heel, and uttered a quick prayer (I couldn’t hear what he said). And that was it. I continued to limp around, played a couple of points and sat down when our latecomer arrived.

Now he had no idea that I don’t believe in the power of prayer (save as a placebo) and he didn’t ask me about my opinion on the subject afterwards. If he had done, I’d have probably explained my position to him, but I’m not going to go out of my way to get into an argument about something like that. It was a nice gesture, even if a bit misguided. And given the way he blushed bright red the couple of times we spoke afterwards, I suspect he felt a little embarrassed about having done it.

Needless to say, the heel is still sore, though getting a little better through the hours of RICE treatment (rest, ice, compression, elevation). It would be nice to believe that an injury could be healed with a touch and a prayer (why the touching anyway, what difference is that supposed to make?) but the fact that our bodies can heal themselves from such injuries is miracle enough for me, and there’s always the human touch, in the form of doctors, when all else fails.

3 thoughts on “Heel, Heal Thyself

  1. M1EK

    I find the “category” description for this particularly humorous:

    ” This entry was posted on Wednesday, August 1st, 2007 at 7:28 am and is filed under Volleyball, Religion.”

  2. Debbie

    Interesting post (see Mike, I am trying to remember to read your blog) … when I broke my tailbone I didn’t know it was broken at the time, I only knew I was in quite possibly the worst pain I had ever experienced, and to make matters worse it happened on the first day of snowboarding. My friend offered to do raiki in an effort to make it better so I could snowboard the rest of the trip. Though I am not sure I believe in such magical healing powers (I’m pretty sure I don’t actually) I let her do it because I was just THAT desperate to be able to continue snowboarding. If you think it’s embarrassing to have someone pray over your foot, try having someone doing raiki over your … er … bum. Needless to say, since I found out later it was broken, the raiki did not heal my tail bone. I did continue to snowboard (much to the dismay of my doctor when I later told him) but I think it was more due to the magical powers of a bottle of ibuprofen.


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