Ah , good old terra firma.

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If you choose to believe.  I tell you it is all quite true then leave it there.

My feet and ankles are back to normal most of the time.  Swelling is rare and mild.  Measurably?  Down from a 14 to a 13, though 13's are becoming sloppy.  I may buy a pair of 12's this coming month.  I had been up to 14's for a year or two.  Returning to medicine, then attempting to keep it stable... a difficult trick for me, and yet...  To keep at it.

Next, the part that is strange.  Remember, not long ago, when I wrote about a bloody nose?  It was in the title I think.  Went on to write I had to hold the blood in my hurry to find stopper material?  What I didn't write was that the blood burned my hand near to causing it to bleed.  Not quite a burn of fire, perhaps more like a chemical erosion.  Both palms, but the main one was raw and red until just today.  Not sure what kind of blood chemistry could do that, at least without killing the bearer.

Lastly, to cooking.  Grilling pork ribs (after this and that I am satisfied that they probably are indeed ribs(hush!)) and a bigger beef roast with tarragon this time.  I have store-bought salsa.  Not quite up to in-store made, which isn't as good as mom's, but it will easily do.  I just forget options and dig in.  Think of a three inch chunk of unsmoked bacon, grilled to near-bacon finish, then doused in spicey tomato tastiness.  Already ate a portion and I still like it.

A bit tired from the last few days.  Hoping to do the remaining dishes, finish socks of various sorts, perhaps a shower, maybe a few other odd small loads of laundry... though, most likely, only a few of those if that.  Did sleep like a king last night, maybe a baby one.  Making the bed this morning felt like returning a favor.

Later.