A long day. Supporting E. through pukesmas visit (a minor but unexpectedly painful procedure) and then a grueling day 2 of yoga, like there were weights on my hands and feet, my pain tolerance was low, my nerves already exhausted. The upside of a stiff day (like day 2) is that muscles are harder to injure. I pretended to be a boulder and rolled… through it. (The hot shower after, some comfort.)
There is a constant conversation between us about going to the doctor. I get scared thinking, about growing old here, in a rural area, the healthcare that will or won’t be available. I remind myself, it’s ok to be afraid. (But you don’t make life decisions based on fear.)
So, always looking for home remedies that work, rudimentary first aid, more advanced first aid, or herblore, also for witchcraft, which is good backup, and sometimes the only thing that works. Believe it or not, one of my most valuable (to my community) skills is that I can find ok health information on the internet. Enough to double-check doctors in most situations, to help people understand why they’ve been given different drugs, or help them figure out what they can or should eat. I’m the daughter of a nurse, I also communicate advice from my mom. (Nothing is, or ever feels like, enough.)
Here is reality, we have these chocolate waffles with extra “raw-tella” for dessert, so in the day’s economy of pain, we can possibly come out even. (If there is such a thing as an economy of pain.)