The worst didn't happen, or hasn't happened yet.

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I honestly expected to wake to agony.  From the finger.  I also worried that the swelling would continue until something really bad happened.  I must admit, there were some ringing flutters of pain, aches though, not drumming waves of pain.  And, if I am doing so gently, I can still use it to type and other light duties.  Further, the swelling has decreased.  Oh, and the nail?  The black 'cat's eye' sort of black mark, which developed so quickly I thought it would going to explode, stopped almost after it started, if that was some time after the incident.  I think, think I say, it will be okay.

Another neighbor came by with a scoop and got my frontage area.  I truly appreciate.  Even if he might have been a part of a story not so long ago.  *grins*  I would like to get to town tonight, don't know if I will.  Or tomorrow.  I am a bit under.  Between the cold, and the little bit of snow work I did, and the finger, I... just...  If I had to, sure, but I don't.  I would like to though.  Milk, butter, cream, oyster crackers, salad makings, cabbage... you know.  Stuff.  If I can find fruit that looks good I'd like some of that.

Sleep and wake are simply off.  I suspect any major efforts or pains will always end up throwing my schedule off in both the short and mid term, until things settle again.  I'm on and off medicine... not from recalcitrance so much as minor, short term, fugue, from exhaustion.  I think, at one time, I suffered a truer form of fugue.  People knew me, and seemed to like me well, people I did not know.  Unless I have always been secretly famous?  Don't think so though.  Now it is more that I... stop being me, or anyone, for short bits.  I still function, but more on autopilot, I think.

Well, on to... something... waking, maybe reheating something, whatevs.  Later.