Better.

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A trick to packing the wound, to ease the pain?  More gauze pads.  Especially at night.  Not perfect, but I got a bit better sleep.  I even was able to lightly debride the wound, when changing it, last night.  Didn't need it this morning, but it got a lite touch.  The ointment makes that... much more easily possible.  It's still an ugly process, a painful one.  Just... not... anywhere nearly as bad as what that doctor did.

As well, the gauze helps.  I absorbs what would be the scab, so there is nothing to take off.  And, it isn't sticking to the leg in the process.  It, the gauze pad(s), as deeply as needed, comes off without pulling or tearing... if I change it twice a day.  Which I am doing now.  Still?  It's... not an easy process.  But, mostly, doable.  Nothing like pain right before sleeping.

Dreaming of women.  Not all night.  Not too intently.  Some from when I was very young, innocently.  Some... not so innocently.  What... is the partner type to the apex predator?  Not a apex predator, THE apex predator?  Oh, she's... hungry, willing, dangerous.  Has to be trained, and targeted, limited.  But... she's... kin even if lover, love.  She's every bit as clever, just not as strong.  It really is about might making right, even if we deny it.  But, she knows where the cast iron is kept, and where you sleep.  So... a... word of caution.  Yes, dreaming anyway.  There was always a small hope, when that was still desired, that one of my paramours would...

send me on to final sleep.  I even think some of them tried.  *grins*  *rictus grins*  Gosh, she had a lot of nice toys.

Coffee is brewing.  Out of custard.  I do have some remaining pork hocks.  Ate all the steak.  Oh, and lettuce, with dressing.  Not perfectly keto, but... my need for carnivore isn't some sort of strange "healing".  It's just for diabetes.  And, nothing in the salad or dressing would go against that.  Fat, water, and very little fiber.  I might just do a salad, first thing.  Very keto, not so carnivore.  Though, if I am going to cheat, cheating into keto is... satisfactory, for the most part.  Just not junk keto.  I don't think there is a difference between dirty keto, for me, and the standard American diet.  It's... junk food labeled as keto.  Never worked for me.  But clean keto?  Once in a while, yes.

Someone was in the house last night.  They must have left in a hurry.  Forgot the computer on, and only locked one of the two normal locks on the front door.  I forgot the plunge bar on the front door.  Those cocksuckers must check almost every night.  I'll... have to change some things.  They probably know when to attack.  I guess some things will have to change, some arrangements.  Not their fault, but... can't have people coming in, without me awake, aware, and agreeing to such.

The cold is back.  It is 15 F out there.  But dry.  Same humidity indoors as it has been, but frosty dry outside.  Sort of nice to not have that heavy humidity out there.  A great time to get and stay sick.  Don't think that had anything to do with what I was and even am going through.  That's wound related, I do believe.  Getting better, mostly.

Hoping to hit dishes today.  And, maybe, take care of laundry too.  Maybe vacuum upstairs?  Not a lot of work.  Still limping pretty good.  Tired, hurt, sort, weak, but better.  Some better sleep last night helped.  The extra padding, and now padding on the new if smaller wound, all combined, allowed me to sleep well.  Had to use the electric blanket, but I did get warm, quickly.  And between pain reduction from the extra padding, and warmth for whatever reasons, life was good.  Slept a little long.  But haven't been sleeping well for days, maybe a week?  Plus a bit?  But... good sleep will remedy the fault shortly.

Yes, a salad, with coffee.  Then looking around the web, playing the newer game, then... when I can... on to little bits of work.  Stay warm, dry, fuzzy, and kind.  But don't forget to grump from time to time.  God loves you, for all of it.  Amen.