Bev and Joe are old clients of mine. I have been treating them for nearly twenty years, off and on. Around 1999, they were involved in a car accident when a truck driver turned in front of them. Joe was driving, and hit the left side of his head on the window frame with the impact, and had a seizure. Otherwise they were miraculously unharmed, with no other injuries.

Joe is a vigorous man in his eighties, who chops his own wood, fixes his own vehicles, and bounds up the stairs two at a time. Ten years after the accident, he was on his way out to the barn while talking to his wife, behind him at the door. He turned his head and smacked it into an arbor post, in the same location as the previous injury. Although seeing stars, he carried on with his errands and felt fine.

About a month later, Joe noticed that his energy was dropping dramatically. No longer was he bounding up the stairs, and as the week went on, he found it harder and harder to get out of bed. This precipitous drop in energy was accompanied by wild mood swings from elation to despair and back again.

Even stranger was the behavior of Bev's cat, Dove. Joe and this cat had no particular friendship, but now, every time he sat down or laid down, Dove came running. She licked and nibbled at the place on the left side of his head where he had struck it. After this, she would curl herself up pressing against it and purr industriously for as long as he'd stay still.

Alarmed by his own erratic moods and increasing lethargy, Joe came to see me. He had previously consulted his physician, who wanted to induce a seizure through sleep deprivation. After careful assessment, I located the primary lesion at the site the cat had been doctoring, and treated it with the Mechanical Link recoil. Joe's post-treatment instructions were to go home and have a nap if he felt tired.

Two days later, I phoned to check on Joe's progress. He said, "Well, I did just what you said. Bev and I lay down to take a nap, and the cat came running, like she did, and jumped up on the bed, and took a sniff that place on my head, and jumped back down and went away. She hasn't bothered me since.

All his energy came back, and Joe was soon back to chopping wood, fixing cars and running up the stairs like a hyperactive teenager. Dove, the cat doctor, went back to sitting on Bev's lap and ignoring Joe.