I tried to stand, but my legs wouldn't move. "Shit, I'm
paralyzed." And I began to envision the rest of my life in a wheelchair.
Not a pretty thought. But something inside said, "Try wiggling your toes.
If your toes can wiggle, you're hurt, but ok." I took a deep breath,
savoring the moment, afraid of the results. Then I sent a signal down the
nerve endings, "Hey, you, toes, wiggle."

They wiggled.

Whew.

But I was laid up for a long time and when I got out of the
wheelchair, I still had moments when I couldn't walk very well, and, worse
yet, days when I couldn't ski.

I returned to Vvenka and told Moolynaut about my problem. She
had me take off all my clothes, stand naked on one leg, put one hand
straight out in front of me, and fold the other hand behind my back.

Then she spit on my pubic hairs and rubbed them with rabbit fur.
She had a soft touch, for an old woman.

She asked me if I believed that Kutcha the Raven God could heal
me.

Well you know, I didn't really believe it, but I didn't want to
say "NO", and I was certainly afraid to lie, so I said, "Tell Kutcha that I
come from a different society and that we don't usually believe in this sort
of medicine. But I came all the way here and I'm trying to learn."

That must have been the right answer, because I got better.