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I never did wake during the day. I woke around 20:30, and had to fight to wake to get out and shut the ducks in. I thought it was later. It is getting so dark so early that I am losing track. Then, back to bed. Not even an option. I am waking just at midnight. I am only getting up to feed the cats, even so. But I will stay awake a while this time. Hoping to nap around, say... 04:00~05:00. I am also hoping to get a load of dishes done, or two.
I have decided that sleeping on the floor makes recovery more difficult. It increases the pain from the wounds, and makes healing more painful generally. On the other hand, I think it speeds healing. The problem is, I really hurt myself well and truly. Nothing broken, probably nothing sprained or technically strained, by the whole width of my torso, and a lot of organs, deeply bruised. Plus rips and tears and muscle overusage.
All good. It is just that my body can only heal so much, and it does it slowly. I don't know if it uses some biomedical triage system, or just randomly hits areas. With so much, think about being a doctor in the middle of a hospital of seriously damaged people? Possibly with more showing up from time to time. My body is it's own doctor, and is overwhelmed. It crashes just from that effort every once in a while. So, yea, it'll... be a while.
Even so, a part of healing can be working. Don't want to overdo it. Though, where that line is is anybody's guess. I really am hoping to clear the driveway tomorrow. It won't be taking it all down to raw branches. The thinner pieces can just be stacked as leafy smalls, Then, to cut anything that could be firewood, cutting it initially into six to eight foot logs. Then stacking each group off to the side of the driveway.
Dishes? Yea, I will try to ease my way into those, using as little energy as possible. The drill, with brushes, is a good way for serious heavyduty cleaning, but absolutely wears a body out. Thankfully that isn't needed this time. I can sit, do a few, rinse and dry those, and set them out to finish air drying. A dozen or three smaller dozen pieces at a time. Ugh. I'll... get there. I want a shower today. It's been a bit. Healing has me pretty crippled up.
I want to say life is almost back to normal, but it isn't even close. Between the covid bs-ery, my continued need to heal, falling off meds and getting back on them, and some other things, life is as tight as it has been in a very long time. The good thing is, I am willing and able to... dig for it. And I am digging. And that is working.
Blood sugar was 185 today. It got down to 109, then 98 as I was going to bed yesterday... without any more insulin. A very strange up and down with that insulin. I am going to have to be very careful with dosing. Especially as I get more to eating nearly pure keto again. The mix is potent. Hmm, reminds me, I am hungry. Another taco salad, if definitely something else this afternoon. I thawed a few beef rips, and a small roast. I'll next thaw a pack of hamburger patties later this week. It was quite cheap. Later.
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