In London, I religiously attend (House) Dance classes every Tuesday and Thursday evening. That’s my ritual
Unfortunately, this will be the second week that I’m not attending class due to Bunionette (i.e. Tailor’s Bunion) flaring up, me unable to bear my full weight on the left side of my foot
Though I’m not 100% sure, I suspect that the Tailor Bunion has less to do with overuse (that was my initial guess) and more to do with the barefoot (on hardwood) 2 hour movement / mobility workshop that coincided with the dance workshop
In addition to foot pain, Sunday evening I started feeling “off” in my body. Sweaty despite cool weather. When I had returned back to my flat, I had the urge to rush to the toilet and suddenly I had two back to back aggressive diarrhea, an absolute purge of whatever was in my body
I tried to analyze what I had eaten throughout the day and nothing out of the usual. But the one outlier was that (because I ran out of food gloves) I was handling the dog’s (raw) chicken with my bare hand (something I never do) and I suspect that (despite washing my hands) I probably flicked some raw chicken in my mouth
So yesterday, I practiced self-compassion because due to the stomach pain, had woken up several times throughout the night, curled up in the fetal position. So I was barely able to work (put in about 2 hours) and ended up heading to the chemist (i.e. pharmacy) and picked up Paracetamol and took it twice, 2 pills each time (4 hours apart)
Thankful that I didn’t have Elliott the evening I was sick otherwise I would not have been able to give her much parental attention that I’d like
