Better.

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And worse?  Strangely, I think so.  A headache, and other aches.  But the type you get when the body is healing.  Too old to heal well, or quickly.  And I did some solid damage to my body.  In a number of different ways.

The healing pain is good, but is more intense.  So, yes, worse.  But that the body is healing is good.  As well, I was able to get up and down the stairs easier today, and last night.  Getting out of bed was easier today, also.  I wouldn't call it a fun thing, but it was just easier.  I was even able to use my currently bum knee to help.  I haven't been able to bear any weight on that until today.

Tomorrow?  We'll see.

Received a weird call, from the hospital.  Asking if I had made it to the appointment.  What?  I won't respond to those calls in the future.  If they don't know if I was at an appointment, at their hospital, I can't, won't, help them.  They need to reduce procedures and expenses and just... have a secretary press a "check mark" somewhere, when someone shows up for an appointment.  Wow.  And they wonder why they are going broke?

Anyway... a better morning.  But better is very... relative.  Compared to before the crash, this is brutal.  And, most likely, it'll be a month or two before I'm not even hobbling daily.  Even then, on some bad days, I will still probably have a heck of a time in some areas.  It may take a year for the bruise to go away.  A year!  Ugh.

Still, it really could have been worse.  Imagine being in a hospital bed, wound around metal rods, holding your bones together.  Going in and out of consciousness, from pain and head injury.  I... met a guy who went through that.  You are all alone in pain, as with death.  Even if people know, they prefer not to remember.  And... they... don't want to be near you.  As if it might be infectious.  

Yes, it could have been worse.  But it is bad enough.  I'll... grant that too.

Even so, when I can manage, I am grateful for travel on this part of the humbling river.  Just deserts, but too, a path forward, a gift for a way to grace, things as such.  In a way, I get to be with Christ, in His suffering, as He is with me in mine.  Good company of the most right kind.