How does that happen?

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I was almost at the point of considering figuring out how to get to the hospital.  Something was terribly wrong this morning.  The pain wasn't just pain, it felt like a little death, getting worse as it went.  So many things to do, though, and little means to do them, so that I got lost in the possibilities, thus intention for medical considerations was lost along the way.

I decided to have a snack, then prepare a meal.  The ducks, and girls, have been fed and mostly tended.  A shower soon?  If I can.  Then it hit me.

I am doing better.  A lot better.  Almost to normal.  Well, normal for these last few days.  The left hand is still gimped.  But... I hung from a rope, twisted about them three times, with 280 pounds being held pretty much by just those.  I am lucky I didn't lose them.  That they are just a bit sore, swell if I use them much, and such, is a grace.  Devils and demons can't heal you, by the way.  Not from real harms.  They have lost such graces.  That leaves angels, saints, and God... if miracles are happening, it would be them.  Though, perhaps, God builds some of them exceptionally well.  That's my bet.

Anyway, yeah.  I think something peculiar just happened, whatever the case.  I... have things to do.  I'm not sure how much I can do.  But I am forming plans.  Trying to organize the order of application.  For whenever I may start.  Just because the excruciating pain has been released, doesn't mean I am not still exhausted, in part by the suffering.  Still... better... I'll take it, and run with it as far as possible.

Someone is still poking around.  One I get, one... I can't be sure.  I think I get the point.  Think...