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The room was finished first. In spite of the pain, a few more tasks were done. Couldn't do whole tasks, just short starts. Sweeping, but just that in the bathroom. Bedding from the guest room shifted to the dryer, but no more... if I thought I was at an end for the night when the ache seemed to have broken me for the night. I took a fistful of painkillers on my way to seek refuge in sleep. It just wouldn't happen. So, back awake. The suffering is wholly unabated, for now. A bit to eat, I reasoned, might help. If not it will be a brutal long night.
I will be looking for an opening to work, not holding my breath for it. Wouch is this one nasty. Hoping the nausea won't kill what I think will help, food. Later or good night.
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