Lots of sleep!

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And I needed it. The cats were fussing, it was way past their usual feeding time before I got up this morning. I quieted them several times. And I can see that Sassy raised hell around the house for not being fed. I didn't care. I figured they would at least have some hard food left when I got up. Nope, not a bit. Too bad. I don't worry about them going without food for even a day, so long as they have water. Life in the wild would do that and worse. A few hours elicits zero sympathy. In spite of the occasional sound trouble from the natives, I managed a very good sleep. The pains are disappearing, even the pain in my side that has troubled me, off and mostly on, for months. Sleep, lower activity, eating and drinking a bit better, vitamins, and the pills are all coming together. Though I wonder, as I have eliminated as much extra water as I am going to void and just keeping it level (it seems to me at this point) and that probably being the case for a week or two now, perhaps my body has... realigned the innards to the new dimensions and that realignment was a large part of the pain? Maybe.

Another day of very light duty, rest as I need it, and simple things should lead to an earlier rise tomorrow and a beginning of the end for lawn care for a bit. As well, on days I am not actually working this week, I am going to begin wearing my weight vest, starting with 20 pounds. I am not sure how long I can wear it, and I won't be using it to beat myself up, merely to increase general stamina as I go about life for as long as I can. I will work on wearing it longer before I add weight. Trust me, from experience, just sitting around with 100 extra pounds on the body is... serious. That is my goal.

Sure, I work and wiggle my way out of pain... merely to look forward to recreating the pain! Yeah, well, that is the way of it. If you want to get ahead. And despite what doctors may think, my only goal since falling ill was becoming well enough to tax myself beyond comprehension mentally and physically again. I might be peevish about how, I might require some things they don't think is necessary, but they probably know neither the problem nor the solution, in truth. I see them as tools, they see themselves as the answer (in spite of constant failure when followed strictly). Oh, yes, life is getting better.

Off to do a bit of laundry, resoak the resoaked (ad nauseam) dishes and maybe get a load through, and loading another box or two of bullets. Or... actually... whatever happens. Good day. God be with you.