Better.

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Oh, everything still hurts.  It is all mellowed a few stages.  From a roaring scream to a lot of heavy chatter.  Not able to work, quite yet.  Hoping that will arrive by this afternoon.  Or... urhm... later this afternoon.  Pain isn't the whole of the problem, just a part of it.  Not even a majority of it.  More one of several obstacles.  The pains might be exacerbating the other problems, but... it's... odd how it works.

I did note, today is the first day I have been able to use my left hand fully.  The swelling is gone, the first time I woke up without it swollen enough that I couldn't fully use it to grip as completely as the hand is usually able.  Swelling may yet come and go, especially if I use it much.  The skin on top of the hand is still painful, sometimes.  Thankfully, I wore gloves that day.  But, the hand is back to nearly full use.  Still other hurts and pains in there, but... as long as I can use it, piss on it.  Pain isn't my... problem.  Or... always.

FedEx said they visited to deliver the sheets today.  I was right here, not ten feet from the door.  I guarantee they didn't knock or ring the doorbell.  I am guessing they are going to lie their asses off to their boss, then just dump it on the post office, or send it back.  I can't believe the people they hire for this work.  Can't get any former UPS workers?  Either they obtain poor workers, or have really poor oversight, or some anti-worker running their programs.  It's like they don't even try.  Or do, but their effort isn't to deliver, it is to just hire jokers.  Which... apparently... they do.  Lying jokers.  So, it looks like I  wont' be receiving the sheets.  Oh well.  I'll have to try to purchase from a company that doesn't use a shit-for-brains delivery company.

Well?  Well...  I don't know.  More aspirin won't help.  Besides, it won't be available for a few hours.  I am careful about dosing, as much as I take.  I can't sleep, I can't work.  Not sure I can play.  Bleh.  Later.