Again, I had a good night's sleep. The main discomfort is from changing posture and twisting movements.
I decided to commit to cancelling my holiday.
I found the process was more complicated than I expected, but in fairness, Aer Lingus do try to give you a variety of options before completely cancelling (as my fare was not refundable).
Also, there was job I couldn't postpone further- I had to pick up my laundry and was dreading humping heavy bags in to the car. Bogdan was still in the practice on Friday afternoon and he decently offered to give me a lift down and helped me with the bags, but surprisingly, I found that picking things up with my good arm wasn’t too bad. I also found that wearing a backpack wasn’t particularly uncomfortable as long as I put it on correctly.
I knew that my bank holiday weekend would involve a lot less cold war landmarks and locations connected to recording David Bowie’s late 70s albums but the prospect for healing and getting back to normal service was a lot better, and right now, that seems like the main priority.
This was particularly gutting as I’d just got an email in that my request for a rare tour of German rock music landmarks had been successful and now I had to turn it down.
