Remember when?

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There have been times, when I suggested it felt like I had been hit across the torso with a 2 x 4?  I suggested that it hurt as if?  Well?  Actually, that was rather accurate.  That is exactly how I fell, in a way that would emulate that.  It's nice to know I wasn't just thinking it would feel like that but being wrong.  Even so, it grows milder in intensity every day.  And, since I think I am past the point where the damage could be fatal, I can ignore it as much as possible.

Swelling of the hands is down.  My whole body is tight though, from some seriously heaving lifting.  It doesn't take much to stress my body.  This was that and more.  With probably every muscle group, and most muscles, stressed beyond what they have seen in some time, there is a glow and tightness... I am assuming from swelling.  Muscles, when stretched, for me, tend to swell when repairing.  My whole body has an extra quarter to half inch from that.  Skin is tight.

Not a complaint.  If I could do that more often, I really would.  It's a grace to be able to work like that.  And to suffer like that.  A little joy, at least usually.  It didn't kick my days and nights around.  It, for a bit, disturbed the sleep cycle.  But... not by much or for long.  And I haven't the strength remaining to fight through it.

I couldn't move the branches from around the hydrant.  That will take a chainsaw and a few days.  But I was able to reach through, balance on one branch, then another, to finally reach in and pull the lever.  The ducks have been fed, watered, and released.  Being so late, and them having so little for the last few days, I will put food and water in with them tonight and tomorrow... help them regain anything lost.

I am not sleeping the best.  When everything hurts, I wake from time to time.  Mild pains, now, but when they all complain at once it gets my attention.  Still, I get back in there, and get what sleep I can.  A shower shortly, perhaps a shave.  The girls of course, need fed and tended.  I'll bet their litter pan really needs care.  I can only do so much, and I'd already done too much.  I catch up when I can.

It is a good day.  Good morning, Jesus.  Yes, He is real, He is alive, He does hear.  He is present, even to a lout and fool.  Good day and later.