Sleep does help!

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We are running a bit late. I woke at 8:30 but saw my shadow. *poof* It seems my mother woke early and needed more sleep too. Something about trips, medical procedures, doctors, and then coming back home, I suppose. She still beat me to wakefulness. I woke at, maybe, 9:30 or 10:30. She made burritos with a green chile sauce last night (mild, as she can't handle much heat anymore, indigestion you know, but quite anyway nice!). One was left, so I had that for breakfast/lunch, took my medicines, and am about to shower in case she wants to take that trip today. I should have taken the bandaging from the procedure off yesterday but... I just didn't want to. I am hoping a shower will bring the thing off easily. Then I am supposed to put a band-aid on it.

I am walking without too much of a hitch in my step today. Actually, no hitch so far. My leg is seeming better, with no weird pains in my leg. I'm still 'nervous' about pains or twitches. Like I said, death isn't terrifying, if something is, it is serious pain. In spite of having had no serious pains, knowing what they did makes me cautious. All they used was Novocain and dye, and minimal amounts of those at that. I would guess I am still rather immune to most pain. I guess what worries me is that I have never felt pain at the surgical sight, even after the Novocain wore off.

It's a beautiful day for a drive. After I get a shower I will see if we are going for a drive. Uhrm, I think I can drive today, by the way. If so, we should see if my friend still wants to go. I think my mother actually regretted asking my friend along, since she is getting ready to go home. She doesn't want to share her time. Still, it is too late. If we go, he goes. I won't renege or lie.

I don't know if I mentioned it, but my brother talked with me yesterday for the first time in... several years. Then again, the last time we talked, I looked up where he worked in Vegas, as a casino guard. And I stuck out my hand and he wouldn't shake it and had nothing to say to me. The last time we actually spoke was at his wedding, 15 years ago or more. We are such different people. My brother is... plain? I walk on clouds, live there. He not only accepts the social pecking order he accepts whatever it offers him, I abide it no more than I abide the notion of failure (never mind that I do fail, I don't like it and work against it headlong). He accepts, I demand better. Even when I would fight people who picked on him, he chose them to befriend and took the beatings as part of the pecking order and earning his way 'in'. Opposites, at best. Enemies, in any other situation but family, I suppose. I don't abide. He belongs, I am my own. Each has it's place. And, yeah, I write things in my way, because I believe in my way. This will be a difficult thing, even now, more so perhaps. And yet, I am grateful to be talking. I just understand I have to watch things with him. He doesn't understand my side, or even what it is or means to me. He only knows his side. He doesn't understand debate, either. He takes it personally. Ugh... But, so be it.

Well, time for a shower and getting dressed and ready. Lots of good things going on. Gotta keep it going. Be well.