Bright ideas, sleep, and other absurdities.

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My idea regarding bandaging my leg were... not so great.  Once I get a scab to form, best to leave it along.  Washing, twice a day, however, might be good... though there might be an even better way.  Bandaging, and softening the scab, allows the wound to weep, and allows infection in.  There is a minor infection going on, now, again.  Those are very dangerous for me.  Perhaps the doc will send me home with a small supply of antibiotics, so I can call in, explain, and get him to tell me which he wants to use, or first.  Or I can begin with fish and bird meds, if he won't.  If you catch those when they are small, right away, you have a decent chance.  I can't afford to run to the doc every time, even though I should.  We'll see.  Just some extra doses, to keep on hand, maybe with ongoing replacement scripts.  Hey, it... isn't a gimmick, I really am, sort of, against a lot of things.  I don't store in food for the future, this is my "that" future.  Still, I don't mind calling him up and getting advice on usage... I just can't afford to pay full price every time some part goes red.

Again, I stayed up much later than I thought I would.  How?  I don't know.  I got a full night sleep this time though.  Oh, those are wonderful!  Brushing my teeth, again, now, twice a day... usually.  I hate when I miss.  But sometimes, when I push my day, doing anything else seems impossible, or at least improbable.  Something I realized about that?  Brushing teeth is a habit.  If you do something, regularly, for a set amount of time, it becomes standard practice.  The problem with me is that, when I fall, especially for longer periods, all habits end.  I have to restart habits from the ground up... at least living on my own.  A little help would be, and has been, a little help.  When you do it all, and have a problem of falling... in whatever way... getting back up, on top of standard living issues, plus the cats, means... well... old habits die easily, and have to be rebuilt.  Thankfully, unless they are lying, this isn't as bad for me as it is for some?  Dunno.  They don't like telling the infirm that they smell bad.  Not sure if they lie or not, to me.  Then again, a little trick I learned?  Most people smell bad.  There are ways to cover it.  Cleaning often enough will fix it, but comes with it's own set of problems.  Life is... complex.  Halitosis?  A word invented in the low 1900's by people trying to sell you toothpaste, gargle, and floss.  Or?  Lies.  You will, from time to time, have bad breath.  More as you become unhealthy, and older, or eat poorly.

Well?  I plan on a shower in just a bit.  Every other, every third, day is good.  Too much and you strip natural oils off the body and hair.  Actually, every other is probably too much.  If you work heavily, perhaps showering more often is good.  But, I remember when I was working my hands to the bone?  I didn't have the energy to shower all that often... I wasn't alone in that.  Working twelve, hard, with only six down and in that six were other things, plus showers in that time if possible?  Yeah... showers were a rare, fast, thing.  Sometimes your crew chief would take pity on you, if you really had been chewing through the world, and send you, on his time, to shower.  Half an hour, no more, or wouldn't happen again.  Live and learn, don't burn acts of charity.  :)

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I dreamed lives last night.  Places, times, people.  Seeing through their masks, living in their shoes, not to command their life, but to know their pains and joys.  It's a terribly wonderful terrible strange world of man out there.  Thankfully I didn't have to see from the mask of a woman life.  They are... stranger still.  They are so strange they dare not look... back into their own doings.  They face forward and hope.  Can't. look. back.  Or... mostly, most of them, for almost anything.  They must be the focus without being seen as anything but what they wish to present.  It's... not written with hate, just... written.  It is.  Either you take it or you don't.  Anyway, lots of dreaming, through the eyes of fools and savants... as if their is a difference usually, through king, pawn, and stable hand.  Lived worlds upon worlds, of ages gone and to be.  Wonderful.  Amazing.

Well... later.  Good morning, and evening.