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How good it is to know the New Medicine and to be able to explain processes in the body, albeit with hindsight. My report does indeed sound exaggerated, but that's exactly what happened tonight:
After four hours of normal sleep, I woke up at three o'clock with insane pain in my right ankle, on the outside.
I don't remember ever having such incredible pain in my long life.
I was able to breathe out the births of my children without feeling unbearable pain, but this pain was impossible to breathe out.
I screamed: “No, no! Dear God help! Mommy!”

Although I had a calf cramp every few months at night, which disappeared after a minute of stretching my feet, this was a completely different story ... umpteen times more severe.
I couldn't move or stretch, and massaging didn't help either.
The immense intensity of the pain made me feel dizzy.

After what felt like ten minutes, I realized: “I'm not getting out of this alive.”
Maybe it's a “punishment from God” for some sin?
It felt as if the joint was slowly being pierced.
At the very end, I surrendered to dying.
In the same second, I remembered the New Medicine, with the word “healing crisis”!
I couldn't think now, but the question automatically arose:
What had happened?

The night before, we had been at a cheerful birthday party thrown by a winemaker friend: a bonfire, vegan burger bar, wine and great music to dance to.
Simply beautiful!
After a good hour, there was still nobody dancing but me, and then my husband soon joined in and we (65 and 72) got right into it with a lively boogie!
It was just like old times! He and I - the boogie couple!

How long it had been since we had danced like that together: I because of my knee and he because of his foot.
But yesterday we were a few years younger and unstoppable - ecstasy.
We drove home exhausted but happy and relaxed.

After ten minutes the spook was over, I was still in shock and slept soundly for another three hours two hours later. Everything was fine the next day. I'll leave a comment to Björn.
Best regards, Carmen

Note from Björn Eybl
Fascinating story. Luckily it was “tidied up” after 10 minutes.
Sudden pain in the middle of the night is always a healing crisis.
The ecstatic dancing was the solution to a previous self-esteem conflict, no longer being able to dance with my husband.
You have to keep the background in mind: Carmen is unvaccinated and, like all of us, has been excluded from social life for the last two years, the opportunity to dance didn't present itself.
It couldn't have happened to me because I can't dance ... but I'm currently learning to play the ukulele ... best regards, Björn