“Your healing numbers are amazing!”
The whisper came from the holy priest in our 25-man who is normally burning up the charts. To be honest, with the craziness of my pally and I playing reliably only two days a week and having rushed around like a night elf on speed just an hour earlier when I realized the raid was in fifteen minutes, and I needed fish feasts and flasks and…everything, I hadn’t even paid any attention to the healing meters at all.
I was just stopping to breath deeply and settle into healing Trial of the Crusader when the whisper arrived, pink and shiny, in my chat window.
At first, I was really flattered.
“Thanks,” I replied. I combine a healthy diet of Rejuvenation and Wild Growth with the occasional helpful Swiftmend, just to keep me regular. Thanks for noticing.
And, after we were done killing the boss we were working on, I checked Recount. And there I was, topping the charts! By a lot! Hooray!
But after the mental huzzahs and self-congratulations came the self-doubt.
Rejuvenation and Wild Growth and I’m topping the charts? Have I become a healing spam-bot?? Yes.
Am I actually a good healer if I’m a healing spam-bot? My internal Taz shrugged. Err…maybe?
I’ve read over and over how healing meters aren’t the be-all, end-all. They’re deceptive, they don’t show the whole picture, you should mainly use them as a measuring stick against yourself – 3000 hps last week, 4000 hps this week, good job, you!
So what is Taz’s be-all, end-all, then? How do I know if I’m doing a good job?
I got my answer later that same day, as I darted off to my beloved 10-man raid after wolfing down dinner between raids:
Our first Yogg kill took several hours of wiping and “progression raiding” and experimenting with various techniques before we nailed it down. During the successful attempt, our special elite mental strike force (of which I was one) managed to not only make it into all of their portals on time, but also do serious damage the brain AND make it out before any of them went insane. We called out when Phase 3 was about to begin, and when Yogg spit us out, the rest of the raid was waiting for us, ready to kill, kill, KILL.
For Phase 3 we became as disciplined as those kids from Glee, standing in perfect formation, the lead singers (melee plus tank) doing crazy jazz hands down near Yogg’s face while the backup crew (ranged plus healers) stood facing away from Yogg behind them and occasionally turning to do damage while not going insane. Shortly into the whole thing, our other healer died, and I was left to heal Phase 3 by myself, my little tree branches flailing wildly, my fingers flying, my oh-shit! buttons lighting up around me…and then, a moment of overwhelmed silence followed by cheers in vent. Some of which were my own. Dead Yogg.
And that dead body was the confirmation that the healing meters weren’t. When push came to shove, I stood in the right place, I got to my portals, I didn’t go insane, I kept the raid alive. If there’s a better measure than that, I’d like to know.
I may not be on the best raiding guild on the server or recognized by one and all as The Amazing Healer! But I get the job done with the people I love to play with. And I have fun doing it. Which is all that really matters, in the end.