Ouch.

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I had hoped a shower would... improve the pains.  No, not at all.  Now, everything that sort of stung, burned, or hurt in other ways, from the accident and with the open wound, are all worse.  Fine.  Even so, I'll shower again this morning.

Ah, and... I found more wounds.  Wounds?  Bruises and minor cuts, on the back of my head.  Yea, I... tumbled.  Those, okay?  Those felt worse on the finding but feel better now.

My hurt leg, food, and ankle, were all really swollen.  Not just a heart thing, waterpill thing.  Though it is some of that.  The thing is, it's just that one leg.  In part because I can't get up to pee as often as I'd like, though too, because of the twists and such.  The knee cap has a bruise coming out, pretty much on the whole cap if not too terrible of one yet.

The scraped skin just hurts like heck.  The knee and ankle are feeling the twists, and bruising.  Ugh.

I tried to push being awake earlier this morning.  I set the alarms for three and five.  And, by three thirty, was able to be awake.  I wasn't moving fast.  Just getting out of bed, this morning, took fifteen minutes?  Yeah.  I have to be careful.  Anyone who has really hurt themselves, even just one leg, so that flexing it is difficult, knows.  So few people sleep on the floor.  While that adds to the problems, it... also put me in better shape to recover, and does give me practical physical therapy.  

Thank you, A.  That... yeah.  You were right, about that one.  I hope you are still doing it too.  Even in pain, I see it as a benefit.

Yes, another shower.  Shortly.  Then bandaging.  Not sure about how to treat the roadrash though.  Thankfully, there are only four blotches of that, the biggest about the size of my main, old, open wound.  It could have been my whole back or side or leg, arm, or more.  I... I'll ask when I get in to see the people at wound care.

The goose-egg on my, knee, I thought it would go by now.  But, no.  It's just a solid mass of a bruise, or such.  Rough.  And the swelling on the side hasn't come down, pretty much, at all.  I'm afraid of that.  Ugh.

Still, awake early.  I'll get another shower shortly, and patch my old wound anyway.  It was  good to get cleaned back up.  And to do so again.  Strange how funky one gets when wounded a bit.  The body just stops caring, or something.  Musky smell.  Clean is nice, that way.  Later.