Bacon and goop.

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The headache is gone.  There does remain a bit of a mess of flesh.  Bundling jangled raw nerves requires tight packing of the mind and will.  That has to be untangled and soothed.  Nausea has to be coaxed into place to allow a meal to go in.  Slight, this time, if only internal not physical... mind not body, disequilibrium has to be negotiated.  The remnants of such things, even in other ways, has to be mitigated in a slow return to function.  Actually, while light sensitivity wasn't as much of a problem this time as it often is, I am actually having to negotiate that as I am coming out of it.  I often give little more than a word, migraine.  Sometimes I can get through them without trouble.  But it isn't as light or easy as I often suggest.  Almost every day this week, morning or bedtime, sometimes both.  At least at bedtime, I am sleep before it hits full, and usually in the morning it is just finishing.  No worries, I'm navigating through just fine.

After feeding the girls, I decided to eat myself.  I don't really want to eat.  My body is hungry, and I am working on the nausea.  So... well... and sometimes food helps with that.  Sometimes it is neutral.  Rarely does it make it worse.  Hunger is more likely, for me, to worsen an upset stomach.  Even something like bacon helps, perhaps moreso.  I was out of all other meats, cooked meats.  I need to get to the store.  Sure, the pork I have frozen.  But that's more dinner food, to me.  I'll be cooking enough bacon to have, say, five or seven servings this week, in with the goop, warmed or cold with eggs, whatever.  Eggs are good enough, but they aren't, to my mind, a meat.  Need meat.

As for my day?  Back cleaning.  Sweeping, mopping, the dishes that remain and what I will be/am using, cleaning up a cat mess or two, hitting the bathroom.  The hope is, when I go to sleep, then wake, what I had cleaned will be back to specs, so I can enjoy a day or two, then hit the bedroom Monday.  And, maybe, hike.  Even with the headaches, I think I'm about ready to begin digging in again.  I could easily take my hammock with, and set that up if I need a rest on the trail.  Or just something to do, then undo, and move along.  Who knows.  Once a wanted 'hammer' is in inventory, nails are sought.

I best finish the bacon.  Later.