A good morning.

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But it's over.  No great pain.  No struggles.  Haven't had a shower yet.  Medicine was taken.  Food was eaten.  Blood sugar is, was 182 fasting.  Not the best, but lower than the mid to lower-mid 200s.  The coffee trick is helping.  But, really, the breading is going to keep blood sugar elevated.  If too, pain will.  I can count on over 200, no matter what else, if I have so much pain I silently scream.  Yesterday, the day before.  Surprised they didn't hit into the 300s.  Or did they?

Two pieces of chicken, and two tablespoons of slaw, makes for a perfect meal.  Two to three times a day.  Just enough to kick healing into high gear, satisfy my simple hungers, and keep everything... moving.  I may add a gallon of milk, per week, for the next two weeks.

Milk, while fattening, is also very good for growth and healing.  If used as a short term medicine?  It'll raise blood sugar, but boost healing even more than just the what the chicken is doing.  What I get doesn't come with added growth hormones, or etc.  It's raw, organic, unpasteurized, and delicious.  I must admit, I love the taste.  But... that isn't what I am after.  Just the normal, natural, elements of raw milk are exceptionally good for healing.  Or... that is my thinking.  Just two weeks of the stuff, as per Dr. Doom's orders.  But... yes.  That, I am hoping, along with the chicken, will finish off healing quickly.  More quickly.

I'm telling you, even that side bruise is doing better.  It's down to more like an half to a third pound (by volume?  -ish... from three to four pounds?).  I am being able to sleep on that side more and more, and without... waking up, worried I have... done something bad by doing that.

I'll check the knee again, today.  When... I wake up again.  Get a shower, rebandage, and... see.  Tomorrow I plan to redo the old wound bandage.  But, this time, run it through... all in one day.  Including another shower.  My heart... misses a beat or two just thinking about it.  But... that's... the goal.  In hopes of being to church a time or two this weekend.

God helps those who helps themselves.  Even, or especially, if at great pains.  I know He is with me, in my hurts.  Doesn't always mean I can just push on through.  But it... is of comfort.  As with sin, weakness, illness, and else, having God be there, know, and offer remediation as He may... or just be there as one endures... is a wonderful thing.

Well... on to a bit more sleep.  Not sure why I am so tired again.  Can barely remain seated.  Good morning, good day, blessings, and later.