Better.

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Just... on the other side.  Just on a smoother less painful track.  Still slightly fevered, mostly I think a remnant of the pain.  I'd like to take the wool socks off.  But I know, as soon as I do that, the wound will be attacked by the cold, and thrum and ache as if freshly hit, or opened, or such.  While... that is wonderful, for masochists?  I... just don't happen to be a masochist.  Nor sadist, just not to my taste.

I can suffer it, when needed, sometimes.  It... takes a few days, to get to it, to get over the last bit so as to move on to more.  But I... did get it unpacked, then at least covered, until I could finally clean and repack it.  I... was surprised I wimped out so harshly this time.  But the pain was just a bit beyond my ability to... work through.  Or... quickly.  I got through it.

I am almost down to just the knee wound and the old wound.  Most of the sprains, twists, and such, are better.  Swelling in the legs, if in part because compression hasn't been possible.  Now, with the wound packed again, and after a horrendous attempt at more exacting compression, I had to back off to a slightly less rigorous compression.  But, it is well compressed.  And, maybe tomorrow, I'll be able to turn the screws a bit more on that.

I only tolerate the pain because I am sure it is doing as it should, it is helping the healing.  This honey stuff, while a bit tight to remove, and reapply, really is worth the pain.  I am definitely, before long, going to get some packs of that stuff.  For me?  I don't ever want to have an open wound for that long again.  I'm lucky not to have lost my leg.  Straight up fact.

A few pieces of that big fat humongous chicken.  It's... tastier this time.  It just needs a bit more salt.  Each one must be half a pound.  Not just lesbian hens, but black too?  Must be.  Wouch.  But, yes, a bit more salt really helps out.  Not as good as that skinny chicken, though too, as mentioned, you almost couldn't eat enough of that.  In part because it was so skinny, and my mind kept keeping close count, trying to... not be "a pig".  Funny thing is, two of these drumsticks has more than probably six of the others.

No whining, in either direction, just noting differences.  The protein intake has been wonderful.  I have three bags in the freezer, with enough for... two weeks, at my three to four drumstick a day pace.  And, I ordered some tubs of coleslaw with it.  Just... need... a little... something, to cut that much rich meat.

Oh, I may try painkillers again.  To be honest, I think I slipped the surly bonds of pain sans anything external this morning.  I kept thinking of taking pain pills, but was so focused on the pain I couldn't remember.  Like a cat, in a sixty foot tree, just... holding on.  I couldn't... let... go... or try anything else.  I... couldn't.  Horror, terror, pain.  

Yes, and some water.  Currently drinking Hi-biscus flavored?  Yep.  I wouldn't have thought I liked floral, herbal, or some mix.  But this is... nice.  At least, once you dump all sugars from your menu.  And... learn nuance, rather than potent flavors.  I... may try to find floral/herbal teas... leaf only, I've become... a tea, and coffee, snob.  And I don't trust what they put in those bags, or what they do to the tea before it goes in... if... it's even tea, or rightly edible.

A new flavor joy... one I never thought I would ever learn to appreciate.  It's like drinking a pleasant smelling fluid with a touch of patience built in.  In tea form, that would be good, too.  Maybe better, could scent it better while slowly melting into fogs of painless thought.  Yeah.  I'd... want caffeinated though.  I just don't... have any use for non or decaf.  None whatsoever.  But it could be milder, especially for bedtime.

Well... yes... life is feeling slightly better.  Women... on the mind.  I don't know why they continue to bother me.  But, whatever, or whoever, you are, if you are of a male form, once you are taught the trail, and have hunted and cornered a few, there is... nothing like them, nothing at all, in the whole wide world.  Will never lost my... taste, if I may have become a bit old, tired, dated, to chase.  Ah, but I still like the idea.  In my dreams, earlier, too.  But... have covered some of that ground of late.  Uhrm, what a wonderful creature, even if I'm no longer hunting.  Maybe, if I can make it overseas, where I could afford a woman, family.  Maybe again.  I'd... sure like that.