Ah, back to normal!

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Normal isn't always a good thing.  I woke in a, if milder than worst case, agony.  Kidneys to ribs, tops of my feet to ankles to even the bottoms of my feet again, and other parts, known and unknown, with a headache tossed in for my non-participant masochistic pleasure.  Yes, boys and girls, it hurts, everywhere, fairly strongly, today.

Anacin, first thing.  Tylenol?  I had a partial blood nose last night.  No, I'll go with anacin.  If I need painkillers later, or for the next several days, or want them, I'll do tylenol.  Ibuprofen doesn't help so much, just when the others don't work, which is a rarer thing.  Still, I thank God for another chance at a day here.

The dishes were given one washing and reset.  I still need to wash counters, then hit dishes.  There is also laundry, bathroom cleanup, and chores.  For now I sit, in pain, and sort and wake.  A glass of kefir going down, a few prayers, and waking.  It's what I can do.  Oh, I fed the girls, first thing.  Just a rare thing, but it has happened.

The plans?  Counters, then dishes.  I may eat before I finish them.  A shower, and the last bits of dishes in.  I think I can clear all that tonight, pain or no.  If I can do anything else, I would like to do work in the bathroom.  It is getting close to being able to be rightly done.  The toilet has been kept pretty clean.  The tub as well, mostly.  The sink is okay, but needs to be cleared and cleaned.  It's the floor that needs work, and some clutter remains.  It would be nice to have an impeccable bathroom.  Perhaps, if I can't get that on the first run, keep hitting it over time, until it is where I wouldn't mind strange neighbors using it.

I am hoping to break the chicken down, as well.  Cutting it into pieces, pulling the skin and baking that, then cooking the meat with the bones, pulling the meat when it is done, then doing a bone broth after.  I don't have veggies for a soup, tonight, but a bit of bone broth with meat will still make a wonderful meal.  

Shopping, tomorrow?  I've... been trying to shop for a week.  Pain, distortion, confustion, forgetfulness, have all been plaguing me.  No complaint.  Going back on medicine usually ends up a good thing, there is simply a price to pay for that.  I only bother because I am pretty sure it will, eventually, pay out.  It might take a month or two, though sometimes it only takes a couple of weeks.  The warmer the weather, the quicker it shakes out, if too the more miserable.  With the cool, it is more difficult to come up to speed.  It takes longer.  But I sleep better.  Tradeoffs.

I already took medicine for today.  If, foolishly, I took morning medicines as I went to bed.  Filling a pee jug for doing so.  Still, I... try.  Why do I always forget that?  Bleh.  I do my best.  Yes, anacin.  It really hurts today.  I have, generally, stopped praying for cessation of pain.  God... just says no, by deed more than anything.  I... won't begrudge Him this.  I... don't need to understand.  And the label?  Is not in jest, or mockery, or any such thing.  I praise Him as He is with me, in rain, sun, snow, good, and bad.  I attempt to reflect His presence, love, and will to my life, even in this.

Later.