Oh, that hurts.

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Compression socks.  I learned that putting them on before everything expands is the only way to fly.  If too, it isn't as nice and easy as it sounds.  To be fair, I have only had my legs to back to near normal a few mornings the last few days, and that from using the water pill to a level that seemed to have been dangerous before... that that might, as it ends up, just have been coincidental, or maybe incidental?  An accidental collusion of various forces all acting, through various mechanisms, to do similar things, then beyond to excesses.  In any case, what I am here to tell you, is that putting those on the socks, especially with the skin of your leg feeling flayed from expansions and contractions well beyond even just the skin's norms or good health, is extremely painful.  Even with the size down to normal, perhaps below.  On the good side, a very high elevation at night, and voiding often, plus the pill, at least gives me that opportunity.  It is even worse when the leg is engorged.  There is some hope that this will help.  The veins in those legs might just be shot.  If so?  It is just a matter of time.

Oh, now he says.  Sure, after blaming the world and everybody?  Aye, but I had good reason to think just so.  The world was being nasty.  I still don't know that it might not have participated.  I know it has, if further afield and slightly more indirectly.  The false pride of the VA, doctors.  The maltreatment, mistreatment, misdiagnosis, and even knowing absence of action...  They are playing their part even now.  And they mean to do so.  Who else?  What else?  I don't know.  I have my reasons to causes for suspicion.

A dream.  A China woman, or some oriental...  Her father was a billionaire, and much more, industrial, tech, tycoon.  Murdered for trying to safe his profits over the Chinese (or whatever state) interests.  A maddened flower with two thousand flours of scientists, mathematicians, engineers, labs, and microfacturing units.

First, she build a bigger building, though keeping the old for the one offs.  Then she kept everyone working on money making, to keep vengeance afloat.  The?  Then she learned how to manipulate first electrons then atoms, molecules, cats, and finally people.  She could move to them, invincible and yet terrible, or she could pull them to her, stuck like a single-celled creatures on a slide.  Murder, torment, usually rightly, though at a whim wrongly.  Maddened and drunk on power, she went well beyond her intended purpose and well into world domination.  While you can pull on Batman's cape... the worst he will do is punch or arrest, if he can.  But don't pull on Superman's cape.  Between the brilliance, speed, flight, and some other things...  Well, she didn't end up in a super-collider, in an event horizon, the middle of a sun, or such.  She did end up where none would envy.  It is theorized, due to size and speed, she will never die, or age, but feel time just as we do.  It was the only way.  While an endless loop, or some of them, cannot be broken?  They can be... reduced.  Unfortunate, she had a wicked ass.

This is the first day I have gotten the socks on before any swelling could happen.  I'll be careful with fluid intake, but...  I won't push it to the gagging point.  I may truly be between gagging on thirst and bloating on rather little fluid as my only two choices.  Which... if you faced it, would you choose?  I'm thinking bloating, but...  I am hoping, just a slower drip sip will get me past the one without the other.  Not sure.  Later.