Laceration- Feelings Practitioner Emergency Medicine Case Study

In this Case Study, Dagmar Thürnagel recounts a sudden head injury sustained while cleaning her basement — a moment that unfolds into a powerful journey of physical trauma, emotional expression, and energetic self-healing. Through the compassionate presence of her partner, Samoto, Dagmar is guided not only through first aid but also through a mindful, body-centered process of emotional navigation involving fear, sadness, and anger.

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I had swept the basement corridor. Now all I had to do was push the pile of dirt onto the dustpan - and that was it! Bang!

As I straightened up, I banged my head from below against a corner of the wooden panelling behind which the electricity meters and fuses were hidden. And immediately I was sitting on the floor. Baffled. Irritated.

Samoto's voice came from the ground floor:"What was that? Are you okay?"

"Everything is allright. Nothing special. I'll be up in a minute."

I sat there, dazed. What had happened? I felt a little dizzy. I looked at the hand I had grabbed my head with in reflex. It was covered in blood. There were red drops on the grey floor next to me. I didn't feel much.

Then Samoto was standing next to me. He stopped me from getting up."Don't touch your head with your hand again. You've got a laceration up there."

Adrenalin was still making sure I didn't feel any physical pain or emotion. He gently invited me to breathe, to do nothing, to let everything be.

This allowed me to let go into the moment. I could stop trying to pull myself together and get out of the situation.

In the space held by Samoto - right there on the basement floor, next to the dustpan, broom, piles of dirt and bloodstains - I started to cry.

I expressed some sadness before another emotion forced its way into the foreground:

"What a shit! Why did something like this have to happen? This stupid wooden thing! And - how can I be so stupid and not see it?"

My partner reminded me not to direct my anger at anything or against myself - to use it constructively instead. "Come back into your body with the anger."

My voice helped me: "Aaaaah!" I made contact with my inner frame, my inner stability, my bones. The dizziness subsided.

After a while, Samoto said, "I think the skull bone needs something, but do it slowly."

I began to guide the anger energy into the bone structure at the injured spot on my head, where I sensed a dent.

Eventually my body started to shake. My voice made different sounds. Now the fear that had been frozen in shock began to flow.

A sharp pain shot into my head. It suddenly started pulsating and pounding.

I let the fear flow through my nervous system. Gradually, the intensity of the pain spread. I experienced it without hardening myself against it.

"Yes! Allow the sounds!"

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!"

The pain gradually subsided, but the pulsating remained.

Tears flowed again. I felt how hurt I was, how vulnerable I was with this body. It wanted to make swaying movements and I allowed them. It can happen that quickly! Everything changes from one moment to the next.

‘Owowow!’

I felt the full intensity of sadness: my skin, my scalp, my bones, they had all given way under the blow. They were no longer the same, no longer intact. Tissue had given way, burst open...

"Begin to weave with sadness. Connect the separated ends of the wound with it."

So I did. With tears and sobs, I made contact with the injury from my heart, imagining how the energy of sadness made connections between cells that had separated from each other. I felt the vitality in the injured area as fear took over again.

Supported by the three emotional energies - anger, sadness and fear - I wove energetic connections between the structures. I used the shape of the horizontal eight, the lemniscate, in different spatial directions.

I started in the depths, close to the bone, and gradually moved outwards.

After a few minutes, the area of the skull already felt different: stronger, clearer, more like its original shape.

The bleeding had already stopped. My nervous system had calmed down. My body was working wonderfully. The healing had begun. A subtle, quiet joy spread through me. My breath had deepened.

With a dressing from the first aid kit, held in place by a cloth around my head, we drove home a short time later.

Before falling asleep that evening, I let a little more sadness flow through my tissues again. I felt well. I had no dizziness, no headaches and no neck pain.

The next morning, Samoto examined the injury.

"Looks good. Cover it up for a few more days and don't wash your hair..."

Two days later, he asked me if I wanted to take a look at the spot in the mirror. I did: on my head, clearly visible between my hair, was a triangle with an axial length of approx. 20 mm. The shape looked exactly like a well-stitched tear in a pair of trousers. The edges of the two lines were smooth and joined by a fine crust.

"One normally has something like that sewn..."

"You sewed it!"

After about eight days, I carefully washed my hair again.

Written by Dagmar Thürnagel