Later than planned?

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Still, not too bad.  I could have gotten up at four, with that alarm, but I simply wanted more sleep.  At that point I didn't need more.  But, being in the healing process, and that I could sleep more, I went on back to sleep.  I was hoping the six alarm would be cake.  And it was, to shut off.

I snoozed it right out of time.  Waking at seven, though, twenty minutes after the last snooze.  Sort of surprised I did wake that early, given how hard waking was proving to be for nearly the hour up to it.

I did remember to turn the furnace down, last night.  Or it would possibly have been too warm up there.  As well, I'm turning it back up, first thing.  That warmth is nice, when everything hurts, or doesn't work, and such.

I can get out of bed, okay.  Even from off the ground.  When I say okay, I mean with a good deal of caution, some care, some pain, and such.  It just means I can do it without a huge fuss, if with a solid fuss.  And, by the time I am seated, up on a bench, and with my shoes on, my body hurts a bit.  Not in great pain, but in solid, steady, pain.  The ankle, and knee, pretty much.

So... I count that as one of my personal physical therapy events.  Then, throughout the day, I do a few others.  Foot lifts, ankle rotations, combinations.  Not sure I'm doing what they might ask me to do.  But... trying to do something.  Including doing some of those things under weight.

Doing some hip movements, and leaning the bruise against the arm rests.  Not sure... what else I can do with that.  Still swollen.  I thought the swelling was going down, but it really isn't.  It just doesn't hurt.  Pretty much it doesn't hurt at all.  Numb?  Yes, but also the scraped area just doesn't hurt from the scraping as much.

I need to get a shower today.  Ugh.  I'm not looking forward to it.  The end results, sure.  But the process is going to suck.

Well... on with my morning.  I'll get morning meds in.  I think I keep forgetting night meds.  Bleh.  I'll... get back to it.  Always something.  And when you are already mostly dead, throwing wound upon injury on it makes an already difficult life much more problematic.  So be it.  Amen.  And all.  I asked for things.  Didn't get them.  He asked for something.  He gets it.  Though, it's fair enough.  I got much I didn't ask for, didn't deserve, for a long time.  Besides, it's... not about me.

Good morning, day.