That is very strange.

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I had to check to see if I had lapsed on medication again.  No, not that.  Then, after waking, I decided to give things time.  Perhaps my sense of things was due to that initial lack of sensations of any kind that "mornings" sometimes offer.  Several hours, and a few tasks, later, and... I am in shock.  The body pains no longer feel fresh.  While still felt, they are felt as very old pains.  It doesn't feel as if I worked too hard yesterday, or the day before, but more like a week ago.  Joints and muscles are just a bit achy, but nothing is screaming.  My headache, and neck and shoulder stiffness, soreness, wretched pain, is all but gone, the headache gone whole and all.  My organs are all quiet.  The only thing that sort of remains is the fever.  With the thermostat set at 66, which I might lower to 62, I am almost comfortable.  Odd, but I truly do not have a fever, no matter how hot I feel.  But even at 66 my hands, face, back, and even legs, feel warm to the touch, warm to hot.  I need to track that, though.  If my body suddenly goes cold, I could get stuck in incapacity just from a lack of environmental and bodily heat, a cold coma I suppose you could say.  So tricky, tending these little... idiosyncrasies.  I am getting better at it.  Being conscious helps a great deal.

I have been keeping up on the kitchen, mostly.  I set dishes, everything to this point from the last load, to soak and in about an hour the water will be reasonable to work with.  I am hoping to get to laundry, as well.  I am closing in on being caught up there, halfway through I would guess.  And perhaps I will get to some cleaning in these two main living rooms as well.  No promises.  While not in pain, I am still in recovery.  Horrible pain has a way of leeching vigor, and my body is slow to recover energy.  Damned but I am happy about this.  I give it all I have, and then some.  It may not seem it, but living in my boots you would know.  While I can be hard on myself, it is that very thing that has probably kept me alive.  It is the only thing that, along with medicine and the gift of food I receive, will give me a potential of being free of this.  If my body were mended, that would not be enough.  I am going to have to push to... relearn how to even use a healthy body... if that will ever be the case.  It is good to know I am driven like few others are or maybe even can be.  I can't quit.  Damned stubborn mule, but...

My days are slipping.  But being back to some state of a civilized potential again, I am hoping to handle that strongly and harshly.  I want days!  I have an appointment in a week or so, and want to be in shape to get there without undue strain.  A 5:00 to 6:00 start in the morning gets me there easily on time, with time to lounge so as to be as unstressed as possible when I arrive.  The earlier the better, as a later start will see more and more traffic, both making for a more stressful and slower travel time, all of which lend to elevated blood pressure when I arrive.  Hmm, I haven't been checking blood sugar or blood pressure.  I will begin doing both my next sleep cycle.  I suppose I could check my blood sugar.  That last had begun spiraling out of control for no good reason.  Oh, I think I was supposed to call about that, too.  Bah!  Too many things to track in the middle of a hurricane of intense discomfort.  I'll... get back on track if this is not just the eye, but a passing of that storm.

I have come to understand that I simply must suffer sometimes.  I no longer pray for comfort, just the strength and stamina to try to get on with what I can do.  While I do not pray for an easing of pain I do give thanks when it happens.  And I offer that pain for those suffering separation from God.  My tongue is not so well trained, so I will give this task, here, to another, giving thanks humbly here at home as well, of course.

Well... on to... something else.  Dishes?  Meh...  Maybe in a bit. 

Oh, by the way, quaterionic, as I used it, is not (particularly) a mathematical term.  It means not comparable, though that definition does come, to some degree or other, directly from understandings (perhaps of the time) of various early functions of the mathematics involved, which were consider singular... functions, not comparable to other solution sets, physical aspects, and such.  The term, within mathematics, has actually changed, so that what it once meant no longer is singular, I think.  Hey, just... here to help you learn of things on the fringe... or inane for most of your practical understandings.  You are, indeed, welcome!