Better and worse.

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Two showers in a row always feels good.  Stripping bandaging off twice in a row, and realizing it will be a twice daily thing?  Never going to feel good.  The wounds hurt.  Not as bad as the first time.  Still, enough.  Both the wounds, as open sores.  And the damage as sorts of bruises.

As well, the elbow, knee, and ankle all feel rough.  The shower was good, but that heat is gone.  It's a cool wetter type of day, at 42 to 44 out there, pretty much through the whole of the day I was aware to notice.  That sounds like it would be nice, but it feels... moistly cool to cold.

The compression is helping get rid of more fluid.  But it hurts the wounds more today, for some reason.  And the wrist really hurts, morel from the bruising part.  But, too, the elbow to wrist feel like I hit the funnybone.  In the accident, since?  Probably in the accident.  I just... it was lessor, so wasn't noticed.  But, for the last three or four days, it just hurts in that way, all the time.  I'll just have to get through it.

Not a happy day.  But not a terrible one.  Finding the bandages, and getting that tended, while it doesn't feel good... there is the hope that it will help it heal better and quicker.  Can you believe doctors these days?  Maybe, maybe not.  I give them a try.  If what they are offering doesn't work fast enough, or well enough, or such?  I... go my own way.  I have had some really good success going my own way, when they fail.  But I have had some minor successes with some of their advice.  About fifty fifty, really.

Ribs, too.  Those were hurting before the accident.  From losing weight, but not quite enough.  And my frame not quite fitting my weight anymore, in either direction.  That'll just take time... AFTER I finish losing the weight I am going to lose.  Then... my meat and bones and any fat I have left will have to reconfigure their arrangements.  It might honestly take a year or two.  Until then?  My ribs will ache daily.  Even my organs, in there, aren't... as well glued in and stuck in place as they should be.  It's... not a comfortable place to be.

Still, it's... a start.  For no good reason, save fixing diabetes.  But trying to turn my whole world around, when I really should be dead, and should have been many times over?  Meh?  To be honest, God said so, and sent me on my way.  My will was proven... flawed.  He wins.  Okay.  So... here I go.

Good day, evening?  Later, maybe goodnight.