BACK FROM BALI
I literally flew around the world, that is pretty cool to say. 36 hours of travel time to get home though was exhausting. I’m still trying to get back to a normal sleeping pattern. Thank the lawd for summer time.
So, remember my last blog post when I was talking about how MAGICAL everything was?? Well, the next day I was traveling to the Gili Islands and as soon as I stepped off the boat and and on to the beach…boom! Down I go…and there was nothing graceful about it. I stand up, now soaked from the waist down with my bags, and I immediately knew I messed something up. We check-in to the hotel and pop in to the medical clinic located next door which hasn’t restocked since the earthquake apparently. My toe and my knee were continuing to swell and I was certain that I had broken my big toe. This cat in the clinic couldn’t find tape, scissors, bandages, and just said yes to everything I asked. It was like a game of charades. I finally just wrapped it up myself and grabbed a bag o ice for the swelling. It was time for lunch! I was laughing at how ironic it was that I was going through all of this with the blog post I made the day before. I thought “ Man, the universe sure is trying to serve up some truth.”
Knowing there was nothing I could do about it, I managed to just accept the pain, go snorkeling, take a bike ride to see the sunset and get home without any tears. The day we got back I took a nap for about 3 hours and woke up with flu like symptoms and a crazy skin rash on my legs. And then there they were… THE TEARS! I felt awful and was missing out on the family dinner that night and knew I’d be out the next couple of days. I went to the front to get soup because I knew I needed to eat and the lovely Clari reminded me, “It’s okay to feel like shit sometimes!” hahah! A hug from Sabrina and off I went to my room to FEEL all of the emotional and physical trauma my body was experiencing. It sucked.
I went to the medical clinic the next day with 2 other chicas as the sickness seemed to be taking over our villas and they gave me an antibiotic. I woke up the next morning with an allergic reaction! No lie. So, I then went in search of antihistamines and tried to figure out what the heck was happening with my body. Turns out all of my symptoms—aside from my graceful fall—were caused by the Malaria pill I was taking. It also happens to be an antibiotic so I just gave myself a double dose after visiting the clinic. I immediately stopped taking those damn pills and starting getting better. Unbelievable. PS. They didn’t tell me any of the symptoms at Passport Health USA so I wouldn’t recommend them, just see your primary care doctor.
Next day, I had a very enlightened conversation with two of my other Unsettlers and Adrian introduced me to reiki for the first time. I had no idea what he meant when he asked if it was okay if he did a little energy work on my foot and I had nothing to lose so there I was watching him with curiosity. I’m not exactly sure what went down for those 30 seconds, but I do know that my toe magically healed in about 3 days and my knee still looks scary! It’s still mind-blowing to me and I’d be glad to direct you to him if you have more interest in his skills as a magician.
So, is it true that I am home and have an overall positive experience regardless of the disruptions? ABSOLUTELY. The people on this trip have forever changed my life and every Sunday I’m going to try to introduce to each one of them in hopes that you can capture their spirit and give you the bigger picture of what living unsettled was all about.