Climbing out of holes.

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It doesn't really matter what kind of hole.  There are only two options.  Either you extricate yourself from the predicament or you do not.  If you do not find a way out, quite often, even of simpler holes, you will die.  I suppose the severity of the condition of the "hole" suggest how quickly it will kill you.  A hole can be anything.  A spiritual weakness.  A physical issue.  A mental flaw or false allowance.  Right down to a literal... hole.

How to do it?  When you find yourself in a hole, or better, if it is already unavoidable of course, is to take stock of the situation.  Keep your head clear, or as clear as possible.  Fever causes distortion, lack of clarity, and creates an inability to focus.  But, if it's seen and understood, eventually that can be worked through.  Figure out, as well as possible, what has happened and how to fix it.  Then begin rocking your way to the solution.  Sometimes persistence, sometimes hard work, sometimes luck, but until death is obtained a solution is possible... probably.

I have been working on things.  Nothing fancy, but to bring me more into the world, I cleaned the toilet today.  It wasn't terrible, due perhaps.  It was an easy enough task.  It did allow me to check whether the silicon calk worked or not (it did, for sure).  It also made the world more physical, or real.  I'm still floating on fever dosing.  Whatever that is that causes the mind to drift, while fevered, still remains to a degree.

As well, I looked for the hatchet with which I will heat-cut and cauterize the ropes I will be turning into prusik lines and the inch webbing I will be turning into safeties.  It definitely needs sharpening.  I'll have to find the stone, puck really,  It's not the best sharpener I have ever had.  I suppose, for in the field, it might be the better, lighter option... or it's just a gimmick the "prepper" youtubers promote like whores?  It's difficult to know these days.  Every time you find something you think you can trust, the company sells out and sells down, for a few dollars more and the short run.

Anyway... I'll be working toward waking and working.  Playing with what gear I have, at low heights, tinkering and goofing, perhaps finding my footing in the lower levels.  A thousand times to create muscle memory.  Thing is, I have the memory, most likely.  But it's old memory.  Sure, it's like riding a bike.  Though also, even back when you could, you fell.  Of all the memories we do have, pain is not among them.  Which... is a mixed blessing.  It means, when coming back to something, some of the hard learned lessons have gone a bit soft.  Yeah, it means that first spill will hurt thrice as much as it otherwise would.  *grins*  Thank God I am a clown for pain.  *woo-hoo, woot, toot*

I'd like to hit the dishes today, get a shower in, see where things are going.  Still not quite keeping the fluids in, or keeping up on that.  Even so, still some swelling in the feet.  I'll have to go slowly with that.  I suppose it really was just an o.d. of the water pill.  You can get rid of a lot of water, and quickly.  Just not that quickly.  You know, I ought to check the symptoms for dehydration... if I think my case would be a bit more complicated.  After a quick check?  I'm calling that a strong contender.  Now, they suggest a lack of urination.  In my case, due to medicine, that WAS the cause of my dehydration.  I would say it was about as bad as dehydration gets in the short term of it's existence made it possible to be.  Hmm?  I mean, that was as bad as it could have gotten in the timespan of it's existence.  Actually, for what I went through, I am doing quite well.  Meh... just another.

Now to get other things going.  Though, perhaps, first a nap.  Just a bit of sleep, not a real sleep... probably.  Later.