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My left arm is twisted, hard, from the wrist the elbow. It is aching, thrumming with pain. Not sure what I did, when, how. Was it a from the motorcycle accident. It wasn't noticeable until now. Now it hurts like the dickens.
The rest of the pains are still there, but slightly milder. A bit of nausea, from the pains. I almost wish I could throw up, I think that would be better. But nothing is coming. Just... that feeling, like seasickness. Fairly strong. A headache too. And my whole left leg feels rough. I had hoped a shower would settle that a bit. Not the wounds, those still hurt, but differently. This is like the twist of the arm, if not quite as bad?
I don't get it. I was hoping things would relax, and I could get back to sleep. Painpills... that might work. And, so cold. Even with compression socks, long johns, shoes, a long sleeved shirt. Just... cold. Blood is going to the wounds and pains, I guess. Compression should help, thought it would by now.
I'll fix a coffee, see if that helps. Something warm to drink can do that.
I really thought, hoped, I would be better by now. A bit. Enough. It's just not happening. Hmm, a jacket, too. Then again, I suspected it would put me down. Which... is why I stalled as I did. And the simple fear of the pain. But... at least I finally got to it, and washed up. Cleaned the wounds. Reset. Ugh. Later.
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Oh? Something about the pains? Normal people feel the pain, and it hurts. With a bad heart, it... adds to the burden. It makes the heart feel extra tired. And... shivers of pain can go through. It's why, when torturing people, if they don't want them dead, they need to be careful with people with bad hearts. It can seize. It does.
Just... an extra little thing. And, yes, it's happening.
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