Waking to agony.

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I had gone to bed around 15:xx... some time between 23 and 48 or so?  I... can't remember.  The wind was terrible.  I put remnant lengths of cut limbs on, against, and else to hold the tarps over the rabbits.  I can only hope that kept the tarps from blowing away.  The winds were vicious.

While out, I checked waterers and food, adding to whoever needed.  Anymore, I don't change out waterers, or add food, unless they are close enough to empty to worry about.  Oh, one of the things done, was that the hutch, which had been on the ground, was raised on legs, a table really.  And that was moved to where, hopefully, it won't get so much sun.

I couldn't do much, but helped in small ways.  Holding things to be connected, or other little bits.  The reverse osmosis tank... I will check that soon.  I may have to find my tire pump, and keep that trimmed off.  But it seemed to be flowing much, much better.  It was taking fifteen minutes to get an half gallon of water out.  I am hoping that will be much quicker.  It should hold nearly a gallon, so a fill shouldn't take  more than, say, a minute or two.  Even with good flow, it isn't a race-horse thing.

Ah, but waking.  Right.  Pure agony.  My feet felt like they had been beaten with a belt, top, bottom, and sides.  Why?  Ah... I haven't worn shoes or boots in a while.  There, also, remains some swelling.  I may add one more water pill, try that.  Two water pills?  Yes, but I had been on three.  Even a reduction of one is good.  And, in time, when the heart medicine seems to be working better, I may... again... try to cut it to one pill.

It wasn't just the feet.  That was just the most immediate indication of pain.  As I tried to stand I almost fell.  I knew they hurt, even from getting to a seated position, then kneeling.  Sleeping on the floor... getting up is different, and may depend on mood and day, but you don't just stand.

After the feet were accounted, and I psychically managed that pain, then the lessor pains began.  My hands, somehow, were similarly stressed, but to a smaller degree.  A bit swollen, and hurting from use?  For the moment, my strength in them is greater than their structure supports.  I haven't... used my body for a while.  Using it, even slightly, today, hurt.

Kidneys, as well.  And other internals.  Feeling battered and slightly bruised.  From there, it became a general awareness of pain pretty much... everywhere.  Lighter, than the raw agony of feet and to a lessor degree hands.  But a glow of suffering.  Wonderful.  I may not have won the fight, but I certainly entertained it.

Oh, I woke right at 21:00.  Which doesn't make sense.  I didn't sleep last night, so suspected I would sleep... through the night?  At least until early morning.  It wasn't pain which woke me.  I wasn't aware of that until I was attempting to get to my feet.  It wasn't thirst, or a need to use the restroom.  And I am waking... clear.

I don't quite understand that.  I am not waking tired, or confused, or wanting to go on back to sleep.  I am waking as if I had slept for hours and gotten some actual rest.  Very strange.  If I can get back to sleep in a bit, I will.  Especially being confronted with this level of pain.  I would gladly sleep a few to dozen more hours.

Later.