A little bird.

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I thawed the cornish game hen for dinner yesterday, but wasn't able to eat, or cook.  I don't want to waste.  Those are slightly expensive, considering how much bone there is.  So, I started the grill tonight.  Yes, an odd thing to grill.  But I don't want to heat up the house.

Odd, but at 73, inside, in this front, the warmer of rooms, I am actually a bit chilly.  An oven, even on 350 for warming up then for thirty to forty five minutes, would make the place too warm.  And it would take a few days to cool off.  Grilling has it's place, especially in the summer.  The pressure cooker isn't bad, either.  I... just have to get that clean before use.  Not up to that quite today.

Oh, a good thing.  My body is beginning to heal.  Very slowly.  But, for months now, it hasn't been healing at all.  Cat scratches.  I get one or two a month.  Usually, when in better shape, one batch disappears before the next.  As is, I have four or five incidents piled up.  They are all starting to heal, but more or less just in this last week.  

It was from before starting medicines that healing stopped.  If I think medicine, until I became used to it again, was part of what was continuing to hold up healing.  I do worry, at times.  If my visible flesh isn't healing, what bad could be going on inside?  Who knows.  I fear this new medicine, but will try it as recommended unless I can't.  It might crash my system.  Slow doses though?  I'll have to review the medication.  Can't remember the name of it.

Well, best check on the grill.  Later.