Finally up at noon thirty.

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Sassy was fed first thing.  Had to find a specific group of cat food types.  She has had pate for so long.  I purchased a few other options.  Yes, it... probably helps.  She does prefer pate, but I could tell that she was getting... bored... of it?  Something.  With help with boxes, I was able to find the varieties which I had bought but which had gone missing.  Thank you.

Still pretty rough.  A shower soon.  Something I dread.  Why?  Those wounds have to be cleaned.  And the bandages remaining have to come off.  Which is going to be the worst I don't know.  And... maybe they won't be all that bad.  Or... they will, and both of them.  Then I have to bandage them again.  None of that is painless.  And, when bandaged and set, they will all hurt again.  They just do.  But... it... has to be done.  Should have done some of the bandage changes much sooner.  And the main one was due yesterday.  I just... got lost on the way.

But, today.  So... don't know.  Will get to it shortly.  Have to wake up a bit better, first.  To get my legs up over the tub, into the shower basin.  Something that has never been a problem.  Even with the knee and ankle doing much better, it's still a trick.  I NEED to be awake, well awake, and able to focus, know where the feet and such are, and know where the tub lip is.  It was riding without being able to focus fast enough that got me into this, I don't want a repeat of the process, if not exact procedure.

I also need to trim my toenails before showering, so that when my feet dry well enough, I can put compression socks on.  Those REALLY help.  My twisted joints are backwalking, without compression.  So I want to get back into those asap.  And... they sort of help with making the bandaging more comfort... after they can hurt more for a bit though too.  Always... a hook.  Oh, and blood is getting back in the urine.  Compression helps in so many ways.  I do fear blood pooling in there.  Can go bad, easily.  Nasty stuff when it isn't doing what it was meant to do, where it was meant to be.

Strange dreams, but they are gone.

Well, on to... a day.  Later.