Can't fix it.

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Pain.  I can't sleep through it, medicine isn't solving it, anacin isn't touching it, neither fasting nor food are helping.  Just because one suffers, and there can be good from bearing it, doesn't require mere submission.  There are limits to management.  I suspect it will come and go.  I am unwilling to take anything addictive.  Better to suffer, and that even with broken ribs.  This is not that.  I wonder if a senator can handle a bit of pain?

Sleep is no longer full for it, stretching sleep so as to attempt to obtain a fuller rest.  Rolling and tossing while searching for comfort.  Pillows being used as wedges for areas which are getting too much pressure and wear.  I let the girls in sometimes.  Just for portions, for their will and to have some company.  As well so they aren't forgotten, to make sure to remember that they need food, fresh water, and litter changes.  Yeah, they let me know, if sometimes they try to take advantage.  Just like kids.

I won't say this is the worst, only that it's regularity combined with it's intensity is wearing thin.  Further all efforts to relieve either aspect has thus far failed.  I am out of remediations.  Time.  Patience.  Prayer.  On the good side, medicine, food, and sleep are doing well.  I get sleep, and some rest, if a bit fitfully and through excess.  I have tried pushing through on raw limits, but that just creates a huge mess.  Would rather split my day than end up with bits and parts and no regularity, from which I am still recovering.

Prayer, reading, basic care, and what else is possible continues.  I'll... keep at it.  I need to get out, just to be out, soon.  Bleh.  Later.