Dreaming.

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Of doing work, oddly.  But very good dreams.  Yes, my house is a mess.  Yes, there is snow on the drive, and sidewalks, and a package or two is coming in.  Yes, I am mess.  What to do?  No one can help, so... I've got to help myself.  I dreamed of doing that last night.  Various dreams, not just one.  Sometimes it was summer, but mostly winter.

Shoveling, then cleaning the bathroom, and showering.  Getting trash and recycling policed, and out.  Tending litter a little better.  Then to boxes.  And more, and other, work, here, there, and everywhere.

Now, I just woke.  I liked those dreams, but there are serious limits.  Even so, I went shoveling.  I unburied what had been covered of what I shoveled the last few times.  Then made a path to the front of my driveway, clearing the sidewalk to the front stoop as well.

But... that took a lot more out of me than proposed.  The dream made it look so easy!  Having been sitting for weeks, and still with a bit of a fever, and other things, I'm not whole, even for my low functioning capacity in midwinter.  So, I'll... rest a bit.  Then, hopefully, get back to it.

The next thing is to clean the bathroom, down to the floor.  Get a shower, and handle any dishes or else needing cleared away, cleaned, or whatnot.  That... will be the rest of the day, maybe into tomorrow?  Maybe.  But I'd like to clear, clean, shower, and reset dishes today.  Maybe finish dishes.  Perhaps setting a load of laundry to go while at it.  Ugh.  Well, only laundry if I get the trash and recycling out.

In a month or two, as finances are ordered and weather warms, I may get order a commercial dumpster, again, and attempt to fill it twice a month over the summer.  Just... fill it, and call for a dumping when finances work best.  Then, begin going through everything.  Much easier to empty rooms that way.  No one would want much of it.  Time to let go to a past, or hoped future, that will never be.

Tomorrow may be down day, for it.  Or I may be able to do some laundry.  The goal isn't to break me.  It is to do the jobs at a pace which doesn't cause me to collapse into a hole again, while being able to see the projects through to their end.  And, of course, without hurting my foot in the process.  So far I have tended the foot well.  Supporting it, compressing it, keeping it protected.  And, so far, without excess babying.  Save the initial few days, until I learned how to keep fluid out.

The bandaging works well enough, with just a sock on top, to keep the fluid out.  Once I wrapped the ankle, calf, and upper leg, and got fluid out of there, that helped too, and has remained more fluid free without more wrapping.  Once I get a shower, compression socks will keep that going.  A few days, it seems, is okay.

Well, and figuring out how to drink and what, in order to reduce fluid intake, has helped.  When you are dying of thirst, and only have things to drink which simply make you thirstier, while being feverish and in pain enough to not be able to think clearly, it's... a rough roe to hoe.  I've... started sorting through things.

Still have a minor fever.  Not sure why, just how it is.  And while I can't feel the nausea in my stomach, the bodily wish to void remains.  It's like a constant want.  I have cut painpills out, stopped several days ago.  Now, every few days, if the symptoms or pain creep to far in, I'll take a few.  Not today, or yesterday, I think.  Trying to just forget those.  Though would like to get some tylenol.  So it doesn't upset my stomach should I need them.  A small bottle, to toss when I no longer need heavier amounts, potentially, of painkillers.

Tricky, but figuring it out.  Later.