Down very late, but up reasonably.

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I am tired though, today.  Lungs are better but aches and pains seem to have filled the gap of comfort created by eased lung function and painlessness.  I won't swear that pains actually fully go away or become worse, perhaps more one pain is more noticed for some odd reason on one day than on the next.  At least I can handle pain well, I think?  Without some qualifier it is hard to tell.

I did, while cooking a corned beef, find what can burn me.  After having let that steam, essentially, for almost two hours, under a heavy lid, I lifted the lid at just the wrong/right angle to have that steam hit my arm.  It was a twenty or twenty four quart pot, so there was some decent steam volume.   While it didn't leave an open wound, it did actually burn me.  And I tolerated that pain very well.  For two days I did note that it hurt.  After that I lost track of it.  All marks that I even burned a bit, under the skin, are gone.  Then again, perhaps I am very highly resistant to burns, which might mean even pain from that.  Whatever else, I don't have a way to gauge my pain tolerances.  Hmm, there was the time I sliced my finger from hand knuckle to that first big knuckle, severing the meat the whole distance.  I never did feel much there, before, during, or after the docs were done playing with it.  And there is the time the slide of the pistol I was shooting ripped the hand cheek between the thumb and forefinger apart... actually blew it apart, with a 3" to 4" inch long by 1/2" deep wound, and I was able to stay conscious and drive to town.  Damned messy though, those last two.  Yeah, probably do have a pretty good pain tolerance.  But I do whine with the best of them.  Bleh.

I started medication up, first thing.  My guess is the meds are going to begin beating me up again.  For as much good as they do, and as much as they help in the long run, they sure cause havoc up front.  Then again, I was going into troubled territory before I restarted them, so there is that.  Oh, hey, that over-sandbagged horse sure could use some extra sandbags, innit?  Whatever.  I know they have been actually helping, it is the only reason I can go through this with them, on them, for them.  I don't even think they will help me live longer.  I have a long life yet before me.  But they will help me live that life better.  Then again, all my life I have lived as if I was going to die tomorrow.  Instinctively I knew something was terribly wrong.  Now that I think I will live many years... does that mean it's nearly over?  No.  I'm simply not that lucky.  *grins* Oh, just morning blathers.

I did dream interesting dreams last night.  They faded from memory before waking, but I did enjoy their complexity.  The calculus of relationships, the engineering of the universe, the chemistry of love, the sweet and bitter of life.  Wonderful dreams.  Encore, ENCORE!  I was not the master, composer, or even lead instrument in those dreams, merely a wanderer who happened to take notes on what I saw, with an eye toward detail.  I saw the genius.  And I marveled.  I truly do love God's work, and His children.  I don't always like you, but I will always love you.  It's only natch for one who can and does see and hear.  You truly have no idea how special you, yes you, are.

Oh, right... a bit of waking up and I must get back to laundry, mess with the dishes, tinker in the kitchen to include making more rice and beans if I can get to it, and... get to the living room was it?  Ah, yes, visitors tomorrow.  Good day little ones.  Good day indeed.