It only hurts if I breath or hold my breathe.

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I hurt, greatly, everywhere, yesterday.  That was warmup.  The extra work and the way I worked did not help things.  A handful of painkillers and I'll be as good as I can get before too long.  Aspirin and caffeine, it's as good as I have and as strong as I can tolerate.  How, praytell, do patches of skin hurt?  Never mind.  Then again?  I like this.  I'm not a fool for pain, quite in the sense it might sound.  I am a fool for getting things done and paying the price.  If my heart hadn't failed, I would probably have died pushing past my limits some other way.  It's in my nature.

I woke sometime before actually getting up, with a two alarm bloody nose.  At some point the other nostril joined in but did not wake me.  I must have been at just the right angle that it didn't cause a mess, just clotted in place.  Bloody noses can tell me several things.  This time they told me that I have worked hard, maybe a bit too hard.  All good.  Oddly, though, the one thing I don't have is an headache.  Everything from the neck down hurts, just not that.

I woke at about 14:00, having gone to bed around 6:00, I think?  That bedtime was a bit early making for a rather shorter day, and that sleep a bit long, but pushing might just have done that.  I thought I had been pushing, but this was... almost a real normal healthy human pushing, or more?  I needed the short and the extra though, so all good.  It's just unusual.

I just called.  Delivery will be Friday.  I get, sort of, two days off for good behavior.  I have cleaned where the washer and dryer will go, but will have to clean where the stove was.  And, yeah, it needs it... badly.  It wasn't great from before I moved in.  I did not improve it.  Then again, if you use your stove at all, and there are cracks (and what stove doesn't have that)... it's going to get nasty.  That is simply life.

It's been a crazy wonderful couple of weeks of work.  It is far from over.  I am about a quarter way into my bedroom, most the way through the spare bedroom, and well on my way in the front room and back porch/hall.  The kitchen is getting hit just because it's in the way, though was in half decent shape, other than the floor, to start.  I have boxes, so as to begin sorting and storing, preparing for a move.  Yeah.

Well... a bit of rest until the army shows up.  Later.