Even better.

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As general pains dissipate, swelling goes down, and things begin to shift to a more normal mode, specific persistent pains become more noticeable.  I really think I bruised some of my internals.  It could definitely have been worse.  But my innards are rather worse for the wear.  Which is why, in part, my hindbrain... hindbrain? subconscious? something like that... wanted me awake later that first day, beside the other things.  It wanted to make sure if swelling or pain increased, that I could get help.

Blood sugar was high this morning... evening... as I wake.  At 313 fasting, I have a bit to go.  But that is down from ~550, at least, three to four days ago.  So, the trend is good... or... better.  Everything is trending better, if I am not quite there yet.  I'll keep working on it.  And I can make a medium fist with my left hand.  The two little fingers are still wonky, wouldn't trust that hand with much weight, but better, much better.

Oh, even if the chainsaw doesn't arrive, I can get the sawzall out there.  It is amazing what those can go through.  I have a battery powered DeWalt and a plug-in no-name.  Both, I would guess, are about the same prowess when it comes to cutting.  Cordless is nice for climbing in, over, under, without worry... but weighs a lot more.  The corded is superior for easy to reach limbs, if a plug is close enough.  I'll get to that tomorrow.

I was able to stay up until 13:00 and small change today.  I didn't mean to, but I am wanting to get back to days.  That is nearly there.  It is more as if my body is rolling, like a gator in a muddy spit with a deer in it's maw.  I am... my conscious mind... just... the deer?  Yea, something like that.  I woke at right around 20:00.  It is 72 up there, even now when it is 65 outdoors?  I had the fan going and windows open.  Not sure what that is about.  Ugh.  Still, sleeping well enough.

Some dishes, a shower, a shave or trim, dinner, and... that might be it for tonight?  Oh, I could gather trash, get it out.  In the morning, my evening, I'd like to do some trimming of the branches.  Then, tomorrow, laundry and counters?  Hmm, could put a load of laundry in tonight, as I set up dishes for a first run in a few hours?  Something along those lines.

Back to it?  Yea, maybe.  I will take some aspirin though.  If I start ripping and tearing, it's going to hurt.  All good.  It's about time for more pain.  It's... all that is really keeping me here.  God keeps me alive, it seems.  But I don't have to be here just because I am alive.  I can be non-present to the pain.  But that... profits me nothing.  Later.