After almost every adjustment, I go into fits of coughing. Extreme coughing, almost as if I had whooping cough, which I did get at age three-and-a-half or four. It was so severe that the doctor requested a pint of blood from my mother, to save me. I also do a lot of crying.
Oct. 15, 1999 (NSA journal after adjustment) Today I felt…I was in a dark place. I wondered where I was. It wasn’t scary. There was no pain. No sound, no images. It was an enveloping blackness, almost warm. I liked it there. But Hell pulled me out. Too bad.
Oct 20, 1999 (travel diary)