Busted, dripping pain, but...

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Lots of things and places hurt.  I am so tired most of it is a blur.  Oblivion without obliviousness?  Yeah.  Still, pleased with what brought me here.  Two minor outings and an honest start to dishes?  Yeah, but for a start I will take it.  Aspirin!  I hurt so much but can't understand where or how.  I just know a diffuse wall, or waves of pain?  A bit of both, like being in fog with rain, both of which induce differing sorts of pain, often overlapping!  Brilliant, as suffering goes.

I forgot to lock the ducks away.  Which happens.  So far they survive, the remaining ducks.  If I didn't mention, I realize all three of the hens are laying.  One of them is kicking out terribly malformed eggs, I now realize.  One of the hens was hurt but not killed by the dog, I wonder if that is the problem.  I won't cull her.

Oh, no walking today.  Monday.  And, thankfully, it is cooling.  I can deal with the cold, even severe cold, better than even 70º weather.  While I have learned to live in 70º plus temperatures, working in it is dangerous, or can be.  I turned the furnace to 70º last night, forgot to turn it down... so used to sub-70's that it was too hot this morning, right through the floor.  Oh well.  I am giving them a shower this morning... they so love the sprinkler.

Blood sugar keeps lowering a bit per day.  Seemingly better yesterday, but with sleep and dosing, yesterday morning wasn't a real morning.  From the mornings before, it continues to drop between ten and twenty, day over day.  BP IS 139/89 with a pulse of 77 first shot, right arm.  I am certain I could shave at least ten off each by switching arms and prayer, but this... is good, especially knowing what I just wrote.

Did I start tea?  Warm fatted coffee sounds delicious.  With it cool out, having been out, and with a door ajar without a lid, it feels cooler.  Hmm, a fan might help too.  Once I get used to the cool, even 70º becomes oppressive.  Ogre?  No.  Frost or storm giant, to be sure.

Hmm?  I think that is about it?  Yes, yes indeed.  Be well, be good, and... enjoy, even if it hurts to do so.  Trust me, I am a doctor.  If I tell you to do, without crying, what I cannot?  I advise you merely contemplate the beautifully contrarian seeming truth on your private tree of woe.  I will always be with you, in spirit, in joyful suffering.  But more, work if you can.  I am hoping to finish dishes, and maybe a load of laundry, today.  Tomorrow at worst.  Yes, be well... even if you aren't!


It is either all about pain or is through it... beyond it.  Having seen the other side, I am reasonably grateful to the opportunity pain affords.  Take it as such, offer it to God if it is all you have.  He knows.  What about... hmm... not asking others to do what you won't do, and going the extra mile?  It's... all in there.  Either He is one of us, or we are one of Him.  (of "the many"^tm)