It's Not Weird Anymore Part One By Laura Legere

It’s Not Weird Anymore: An Extraordinary True Tale by Laura Legere

Julie figured out that Peter was arriving on the same plane she was departing on. She was anxious to meet him physically because she was feeling quite close to him by now. They met for about three minutes and gave each other a high-five and hugged. Julie said to Peter, “You are quite handsome, Laura scored big- time.” Then she gave him the thumbs-up and boarded her plane. 

While Peter made his way to the hospital from the airport, I had finally finished my spitting spree and thank God for one less thing to gross him out with. I had not taken a shower or been bathed after surgery yet, since I was still resting and recovering. My thoughts were, I look so awful for him. I did what I could by plucking stray chin hairs I could feel with my hands. This was a new relationship and you always want to look your best, particularly in the beginning, like a shiny new gift. I did not know what I looked like because I had not looked in the mirror since before the accident. I wanted my focus to be on healing and I quite liked my old face. My intuition had no doubts about Peter loving and helping me through this, so I never spent time worrying about his devotion and commitment. Peter entered the room, came over to my bedside, and was so happy he was finally with me. He looked at my bloody face and head and checked me out a little. He saw blood in my ear and thought I was bleeding from my ear at first. As it turns out the face bleeds a lot and especially with broken bones, so it was hard for the hospital staff to keep me cleaned up enough. I was also hooked up to a catheter and IVs. He leaned down to hug me and I said, “I am sorry I look so bad for you.” He looked into my eyes with tears in his and said, “You are like a diamond to me.” I will never forget his words or the expression on his face. It felt as if he was looking right through me and into the core of my very being. What an entrance!

After the excitement and tension calmed down a bit I began to relay what my guides revealed to me after surgery and what we must do after we got out of the hospital. He said okay, as if he did not want to think about that right now, nor question me in my condition. Soon the nurse came in to help me bathe. She asked if I could stand up and take a shower, as I had been able to do before the surgery. I attempted to get up, but felt weak and dizzy and said I needed a bath in bed. She and Peter gave me a scrub and washed my hair while Peter nibbled on my toes when the nurse wasn’t looking and gave me that mischievous big grin of his. I was in the worst condition I have ever experienced and had been blessed with a beautiful, handsome man to take care of me. This was a very unusual experience as I mentioned earlier; I am unfamiliar with being cared for in this capacity and more accustomed to doing everything for others and myself. The nurse was about to exit, but not before she took the catheter out, thank Goddess! Now we could have some alone time. Peter began to touch my body and complimented me on how intact the rest of me appeared. I had a few large gashes on my right forearm that seemed to be healing quickly with the essential oil applications of lavender and a blend called purification. I had a few big bruises as well, but that was it. He gently began to arouse me as it reminded us of all the lovemaking we did before I left on this trip. It felt good to feel him so close again. He talked to my mom and let her know that the rest of me worked just fine. She got a kick out of that and was comforted to know that I was very much alive. Peter asked me how long my healing would take and I told him the ear, nose, and throat doctor who sewed my nose back together said in six months I would be ready for a little more surgery. “Good, then you will be ready to go to Damanhur, Italy this summer.” I liked his forward thinking and felt comfort and support as well as a positive focus for the near future. 

At some point one of the nurses brushed my teeth for me. I had not been able to do that and hadn’t brushed them since the morning before the accident. I couldn’t eat either because my mouth was pretty messed up. My upper palate had been put back together during the reconstructive surgery the night before, and the roof of my mouth could not handle any pressure from chewing anything, plus my bite was misaligned. I didn’t seem to be hungry anyway. Finally I put myself in front of the mirror so I could start gently brushing my teeth again. I thought the surgeon was very skilled and I was happy with what I saw, even though I did not look like myself and appeared pretty beat up. Given the circumstances I thought the surgery was very successful. My right nostril was drooping lower than my left since that was the side that was half off and there was a lot of scar tissue weighing it down. My right eye was very red and more swollen than my left eye because of the broken orbital bone. I was still bleeding a little from my nose even though it was packed, and I had a smaller gap between my front teeth. Smaller than when I arrived at the hospital. The nurses kept a gauze pad under my nose to catch the drainage. Other than that I did not have any bandaging and still no pain. Brushing my teeth made me feel like I was progressing and more attractive to Peter and myself. He could not kiss me on the mouth, nor get very close to my face. He would lean down to look me closely in the eyes and I would turn away protecting myself because I could not feel my face. It felt as though he would crash into me. I am sure this was just a reflex from the accident. We talked about it openly so he could understand what it felt like for me. 

Peter brought all the stuff Julie and I requested and more. He brought my liquid health drink mix, so I could get some nutrition back in my system, some other essential oils, especially helichrysum, to heal with, and a portable DVD player. He read Julie’s instruction list she prepared for him and really appreciated it as well as got a good laugh. He was also a skillful healer and applied the oils to my face and body five times a day. He layered lavender, frankincense, and helichrysum on my face and gave me a Raindrop Aromatherapy Vitaflex treatment along the spine points on my feet; a treatment he had just learned before he left Seattle to meet me in Cozumel. The combination of his energetic, healing hands and the oils were wonderful. The oils he used were valor (blend), oregano, thyme, basil, wintergreen, cypress, marjoram, peppermint, aroma seize (blend). I smelled like a pizza. Raindrop Therapy can help stimulate energy impulses into the central nervous system and throughout the whole body. It is known for helping repair bone, nerves, ligaments, and muscle as well as clean receptor sights at nerve endings for proper hormone and cell function.

Stay tuned for Part Two.

About Laura:

Laura Legere’s specialty as a massage therapist is the art and science of using and applying therapeutic grade essential oils for emotional release, healing, detox and nutrition. Since 1996 she has continuously studied Aromatherapy with Dr. Gary Young, ND. Laura is a published author and tells about her miraculous recovery and amazing inspirational story of how Young Living Essential Oils saved her life from a serious accident. It’s Not Weird Anymore: An Extraordinary True Tale is an entertaining educational adventurous self-help resource guide to spiritual and health wisdom, essential oils, conspiracy, personal growth, a Match.com relationship and much more. She teaches the practical use of Essential Oils for your everyday life and business in her Aromatherapy Seminar Level I & II: Aromatherapy versus the Poison Personal Care Products Industry, Fast Junk Food & Pharmaceutical Drugs. www.ItsNotWeirdAnymore.com