Ugh.

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It's a rough day.  I need... something.  Coffee?  Food was good.  couldn't eat much.  Well spiced, good enough.  But... couldn't eat much.  A bit of a fever, for real?  If so, a slight one.  But... maybe.  Pain, cold, fever, sort of a minor bad way in every direction.  Well, no body aches, if the ankle wound is still pretty rough.  Worse from time to time, better about half the time.

Yeah, I think I'll make coffee.  Then, probably, a mug of bone broth, heated, and spiced to high heaven.  With cream in there.  Well, and butter, if that usually, at least for me, generally goes without saying.

Another hour before my next antibiotic.  Then, three more hours before my last doses of everything.  Then?  Maybe on to bed.  I must have missed medicines, in there, for a long time?  Oh, no, I was just up so late... after being up last not?  I... can't... remember?   Things have gotten a bit screwy.  Oh well.  Pain will do that, for me.  I just... I can't remember well through the suffering.

Yeah, on to coffee.  Actually, I think I'll take the bone broth first.  Later.