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Pandemic Journey Day 57

May 17, 2020

Today’s image – I woke with the area around my left eye swollen, really swollen, like I’d been punched.  There was an impressive bag of fluid sitting beneath it; the lid above was like a pillow.  Yesterday, a gnat bit me at the corner. I knew it was a gnat because when I swatted, my finger squashed it. A gnat! That bite itched all day.  And this morning….well here was some first-rate synchronicity—my fascination with inflammations yesterday, then my own mini- cytokine storm today.  I wondered if I should take a Vitamin D supplement, but in the end, I resorted to home remedies of a green tea bag poultice and a baking soda plaster to relieve the swelling.

Another damp and chilly Sunday with the deep soaking kind of rain gives me a day to retreat and let my inflammatory response play itself out.


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