Twelve hours down.

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Couldn't get to bed until 22:00.  Right at.  Then, couldn't get out of bed until ten.  Right at.  Oh, I turned, and checked the time, at three, five thirty, seven, eight.  But I couldn't wake.  Sassy must know something.  She has started only coming up when... she is sure I am or will shortly wake.  So, there is probably something more too it.

I wrapped both feet yesterday.  Just to remove fluid in the right foot, it is the left foot that broke.  Two things I noticed, after unwrapping them, and sleeping for the night.  One?  I peed out about nine liters last night, well, between nine and twelve!  So, yeah, there was water tucked in there.  And, for the first time since wrapping the broken foot, it was swollen this morning after leaving it unwrapped through the night.  Not... sure what that is.  Possibly the limit of fluid leaving both legs, and the unbroken foot was the path of least resistance.  So only just so much could leave.  Though I am hoping, either tonight or tomorrow, the water will be fully out of my feet and legs, and it can go back to removing from the broken foot.  We'll see.

Nausea isn't as bad today.  Still there.  But rather than nipping at the back of my throat, it is churning in the back/lower section of my gut.  But, I haven't taken any painkillers this morning.  And I won't, for as long as possible.  That stuff was slightly potent.  Though I'm not sure if it was the painpills or lingering pain, or a bit of both?  If too, I think eating more betterer keto is helping.  I'm not absolutely sure kefir is truly keto.  If I am pretty sure, along with keto, it is better than keto alone.

I am resetting the jars, have two clean and ready to reset this morning.  Cutting from three to two jars, with the lowered milk I have ordered.  Though, I may continue with four.  I'll see if two jars work, and less kefir... fewer... grains in the jars.  Temp, mass of kefir grains, amount of milk, and a few other things can alter the time it takes to ferment.  I'm getting better, if perfection is... a challenge.  Fun game, and you actually win a good prize, if you can handle the stuff.

Thankfully, I can bend to pick things off the floor or thereabout, without too much fuss.  I do let the broken foot lift, but needn't do that in regular times.  I can break at the knee, but don't need to.  For as bad of shape as I am in, I am... roughly... flexible for an old mostly dead guy.  That is in shoes, barefooted is far easier, though for me it doesn't make that much difference unless in booted heels or such.  Some of my work boots have thicker heels.

I thought I might be able to get around a lot better.  But, no.  Still, sort of, limping and not able to be on my feet for long.  I had hoped to make it to church today.  To help take down Christmas decorations.  It just won't be possible.  Excuses, excuses!  But this one really hurts.  And, if I am on my feet for fifteen, the sweats come back.  Even when being very careful.  Much longer, and nausea comes in waves, and higher up, rather than the soft purr of that in the back somewhere.

Well, so be it.  On to a bit of browsing, and then to gaming.  Really can't do too much more for a bit, after getting jars ready for kefir, and getting a jar of it as a start to the morning.  Later.