Yesterday I had a really, really sore shoulder. I don’t know what happened – initially I thought it was related to my asthma as I sometimes get odd aches and pains when it’s playing up (which it is at the moment – I have the lung function of a 69yr old) and it was really hurting to breathe.
The pain got worse as the day went on but I started to find I had restricted movement – I couldn’t turn my head to the left or hold my head up straight without pain. I thought perhaps I’d pulled something whilst trying to push the pram one handed. By the time Dave got home from work I was really struggling. He went off on a mission for me to get paracetamol and some pain relief gel and thankfully I noticed a difference quite quickly.
I had explained to Ben and Chloe that I had a very poorly arm and that they needed to be careful as it was hurting me. Ben offered to give me a “special hug” to make me feel better. He realised that his hug hadn’t really worked and that I was still in pain so he told me “My special hug will have soaked in by the morning and you’ll feel better” – I could have cried.
I went to bed dosed up on pain killers fully expecting to feel much worse this morning as I though my neck and shoulder would stiffen over night but guess what? I woke almost pain free! Maybe my little boy’s hugs are magical after all!