I wanted to feed Sassy.

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That and I just... hurt.  Wanted to sit up, catch my breath, reset and sort life and things.  Getting up is a task.  And, yet... I'll do it.  Sassy has been very good to me, patient.  She has been resting with me, and not being too fussy.  So I have really tried to make sure she gets enough food, and other care.

She is taking care of me.  Not pushing for me to wake, or rolling and coming and going.  It's good to try to do as much as I can, when I can.  Then, when I can't, she knows I do my best.  What comes around really does go around.  But it shouldn't be quid pro quo, more just... we do our best when we can, as we can.

Everything is so sore.  Wound care really takes it out of a guy.  Everything they do that way causes the body to remember it is wounded, and that it hurts.  And, often, exacerbates the pain.  Debriding, even if they use lidocaine or such... hurts.  It just will.  Could be worse, I'll promise that.  But it hurts, a lot, especially when there are half a dozen hurt zones.

I'm fearing that I may be beginning a fever.  Or... just warming up, from staying dressed really warmly.  I'll know in a few days.  It may just be that with the wounds all covered, wrapped, and such, that itself can sometimes cause a bit of overheating, as it begins healing.  Odd how those things work.

Still?  I am grateful.  For the care, available.  For the pain and suffering itself.  It's humbling.  It reminds me of some things.  Do I need to be reminded so often?  Obviously!  *grins*

Oh, but I think I'll get back on to healing, before too long.  And, I'll get back on the bike, before too long.  With... a bit more of an understand of nearly catastrophic potentials.  First, I have to be able to kick my leg over.  My friend hurt his ankle and foot far worse, but my leg is completely more shot as a whole.  Less functional.  I am doing just getting up in the morning.  And can't really use that leg.  It's my upper body and the other leg.  Thankfully it is just one leg giving me a problem though.  Hmm... I may take a smaller step stool up there, to help get up easier.

I have podiatry, renal, and... something else coming up soon.  Ugh.  I'll do my best.  Then can, probably, begin physical therapy, even if just little things here at home.  Speaking with the folk there, they suggested I wait for advice.  As you can do it incorrectly, cause worse problems, such.  Fine.  But I do have to get up every day.

Oh?  While I didn't break any ribs, my chest cavity must have taken a serious hit or three.  And the heart may have taken some punishment.  Both of those are suffering, but more just the last day or so.  Took a while for those to become noticeable.  The other pains were more severe and immediate.  

As I've said though, I always have adrenaline flowing.  I'm ready to kill, run, or both, at any time.  There are times when I am too tired to feel it, or maybe do it?  But I wouldn't test that.  I could rip an arm off without thinking.  I have no problem killing, if I'd prefer not to have to kill, or damage.  I... just will.  If you survive, I'll... treat you.  If... I consider you human.  If not, not so much.

Ugh.  A bit more gaming.  More fluid in.  A final meal for Sassy shortly.  Then on back to bed.  Goodnight.