Waking sore.

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Since this has become so regular and severe, until I heal a bit I am taking a handful of anacin per morning, and maybe a second dose later.  I am tired of being that sore.  Usually suffering through it fixes it fairly quickly.  Perhaps when I have finished the tasks appointed and necessary, then caught the place back up, I will then take some time off and just suffer.  But, for now, being stuck between the larger part of the major push and the smaller part of what is left to do, to continue I will simply have to change my methods.  If the pain pills do their work, I am hoping to install the washer discharge pipe, take a shower, set up a large load of dishes and probably hit them once... though finishing them completely would be better, and then get the trash out.  And, then, get to bed on time to be ready for tomorrow.  To finish the shopping list and begin leveling appliances.  Once those are done, moving on to evening out the cave to where it was on delivery day.

I want this all done this week, so I can take the weekend off, with a clear conscience, and decide, next week, whether to take that week off too or whether I can begin digging beyond where I got.  I am on the cusp of failure or epic, for me, success.  I am carving a place out of the world with a seemingly, or mostly, dead blade of flesh.  It is more will than physics.  I'll take what I can get.  By February I hope to have the cave cleaned, the plumbing handled, and be keeping things up.  Then, later, sometime this spring, get a few estimates on new kitchen flooring as I tinker in the en suite.  I want that finished by fall, and the floor as soon as possible.  All that and keeping the cave in decent shape.

As I do those things, I will be working with foods.  From at home whole wheat processing methods, to low carb high fat (which I am still mostly on), and back to intermittent fasting and bone broth foods.  I think I can.  It is possible.  We'll see.  Painkillers, for the morning, though.  No choice if I want to do more than just suffer at intentions.  Pain, lately, is severe enough that it is sapping my will.  I must treat it, in the short term, and as needed.  Got to admit though, it is better to feel anything, even pain, than to be numb.  Life, in a fallen world, is a grouping of limited choices, or options more like, not all of them in your hands to choose, not the gooder ones.  Later.