You know you are making good plans?

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Oh, a few things medical.  Leg, knee, ankle, and foot, the bad ones, are doing better.  As I went to check things, in prep for a shower, and then rebandaging, I realized what is helping.  Compression.  They put compression bandaging on the whole leg, similar to what I wear, when I use compression socks and such.

But... I realized, when taking that off, that is why things are better.  So, after showering and bandaging freshly the wounds, I will be... once fully dry, be putting compression socks on.  Though I have lost so much weight.  Yes, I have wrinkles even on my legs, from the hip into the inner thigh... elephant wrinkles.  But, that's... good... or whatever.

Oh, and the other thing?  The bandages I purchased, hoping to have the right stuff, for various wound treatment?  Same stuff they are using.  Nothing like confirmation to find the same stuff a wound care clinic uses.  And... in several different areas and types.  I... did well.

Anyway, a bit of gaming to wake up.  Then a shower.  redoing the bandages... had to find the stuff they sent for the old wound, that is... a bit different.  I have stuff that would work, but their stuff can be sized exactly for the wound.  My stuff is... not so form fitting.  Though, I will say, I will see if I can find similar materials now that I know.  Not... a lot.  But... some.  Good stuff to have on hand for... certain cases.

Yes... I have studied wound care, at least my own.  But... without practice, it's sort of guessing, and finding out what works.  I... did pretty good.  And, with somewhat limited access to very specific and specialized materials and training.  Still, for a blind ignorant, I... did well.  Was thinking of just using honey and gauze, but getting the honey off would... have... been a whole other trick.

So, yes, I did well for an old, mostly dead, beat up, Doomer.  Hope even in the heart of War?  War, my friends, is one of the most severe cases of hope I have ever seen.  Evil men hope good men will bow, good men hope their lives, pain and injury, or even death, will... hold some line.  Amen.  Christ will bring the sword, something I will carry but for a while, only slightly less feebly than men do and can.  Or... so... the dreams say.

Someone... went on a rant about it, last night.  Yes they did.

Those from the shadows, and light, seem to... see?

They seem to fully understand.  Believe?

Must admit, it's not my team you join.  You aren't on the winning side.

Not in a worldly way.  Won't just be wallowing in victory after victory, taking home the grand trophy, and living well and being happy in a simple way.  Without my Lord, we will lose.  Will die along the way, be betrayed at every step.  Only Time Killers will allow the time for the choices to be meaningful.  Are... you ready?

When... you are kneeling, before your Lord?  Ask yourself, is it He you kneel before?  Or are you there for what you get?  Are you... just in another line, for the needy.  Or are you there to give something back, do what is right, and such?  Is it about you, to a degree, at all?  Or is it really about Him?  No worries, I ask that, of myself, often.

Still... someone, or some group, was digging through... things.  Looking, laughing, doubting, asking.  I think the accident... stirred things.  Not for me, it doesn't matter, live, wounded, ill, or dead, for me.  Any way, in whatever form, I will do His will, at His leisure.  As a slave if I can't serve, as a servant if I can't be kin, as a good son if I can find and employ the grace.  It's all I ask of my brothers.  And I'll trust them to it until I can't.  And forgive them as I kill them, or die to their evil, otherwise.  Amen.

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