Monday 1 – Tuesday 2 July 2019
I hadn’t slept well after the day out at Glastonbury. I woke feeling tired and sick. Not as bad as Friday or Saturday had been, but still quite rough. It felt like I was paying for having had a nice day out on Sunday. Had I overdone it at the festival? I didn’t think so, but I was feeling pretty bad, none the less.
The girls were back at school and I hoped that they wouldn’t be too tired after a busy weekend with late nights. I spent most of the day in bed.
A new symptom started bugging me quite strongly during the day. The back of my right upper arm, around the triceps, was very sore. It felt soft and tender, as if it had been punched repeatedly. I’d had a similar feeling about three weeks earlier, so I wondered if it might be something that was cycle related. But I also wondered if it had to do with my PICC line.
At some point during the morning, we heard some intense clucking from the back end of the garden. When Pia went along to have a look, our last remaining chicken, Lucy, was nowhere to be seen. It seemed like she must have been chased over one of the fences at the back of the garden. We couldn’t see or hear her anywhere. Pia had a walk around the neighbourhood to see if she could see any traces, but there were none to be found. She posted a message on a local Facebook group to see if anyone had any information but she didn’t get any immediate responses. We hoped that Lucy might find her way home.
I felt generally a little bit better the next day, but my arm felt worse. My forearm also started to hurt a bit. It felt a little heavy. I looked at my forearms side by side to see if the right was swollen, but I couldn’t tell. I was a bit worried though.
I spent most of the day in bed again, but also sat outside for a while. I mostly wanted to be fairly still as I was uncomfortable and had a slight feeling of sickness.
Pia and I had planned to go to a cacao ceremony and sound bath in the evening, and I still wanted to go even though I was feeling a bit rough. It was walking distance from home, but I didn’t feel well enough to walk that far, so we drove and parked as close as we could. My arm particularly was bothering me the whole way through, but Pia and I both had a nice time.
Before bed I checked my arms again, but couldn’t be sure whether or not there was any swelling. It was really bugging me though.
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