Dreams.

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Women.  All night.  No, not sex.  Damnit!  But... just missed by >.< that much?  I slept with women all night.  Though, I have to admit, that wasn't bad either.  Such strange creatures.  Playful, painful, loving, angry, needy, disinterested, you never know if what is being presented is real, believed by her to be real, or a ploy.  We... ployed... all night.

Life can be so good, even when... you can't quite get what you are sure you want?

Still, it... was a good night of dreams.  Sometimes you get the booby prize, sometimes?  You are the booby prize.  All I'm saying.

The pain was very minimal through the night.  I kept warm enough.  Actually, it is starting to really warm up.  It was 67 up there?  So I opened the window.  I don't think even that cooled off the place at all.  It's... beginning to look a lot like... well... spring?  Maybe even the start of summer.

I didn't wear compression, or even pj bottoms.  Just shorts and a t.  But, having showered yesterday, it was a clean night.  Have you ever been around someone who is healing up after a wreck?  They often smell bad, foul, from head to toe.  Keeping clean, teeth brushed, else, when small movements can bring anguish, is a trick that escapes even the most well tended.  At least I didn't have a colostomy bag too.  I had a friend who wore one of those for the two years I knew him, in the hospital.  As well as several structures of steel pins, all through his leg and arm... if I think he got the arm one removed before I left.  He always smelled foul, even with nurses bathing him every other day.  He just... couldn't keep up.

Now, was I that bad?  I think, yes, short term.  But I am already beginning to be able to take better care.  Back to brushing my teeth, showering every other day (going forward, it is hoped).  I can get in the shower without hurting the knee and ankle too badly.  I'm... hoping to get a shower in today.

Then, if I can keep up, I'm hoping to get to back to tending the house, cooking, and such.  Close.  And, not bad for as truly catastrophic as that was.  I thought... I had just walked away.  But I really hadn't.  And, yet, here three weeks later, I really... am doing a ton better.  Almost straightened out.  Almost.  It'll be another month or two, and that bruise may take a wee longer.  Plus just to get back to full ankle and knee painless function might take just a little longer.

Though, really, I am practically there.  It is just the finishing touches.  Which... it's the last bit that takes the longest?  But, maybe, as I begin functioning better, more regularly, and pushing things, this gap will close sooner than later?  We'll see.  And, I have been pushing, which is why things have hurt.  But, also why they have repaired faster?  I like to think so.  Can't just sit and hope.  Gotta resist the pain, push through it, silently weep through it if necessary.

Ah, but that has been some exquisite pain.  If you must sup on the stuff, go for the... gold standard.  Oh, some have it far, far worse.  But they aren't struggling with broken organs, and being on the edge of extinction to start.  They might be doing 40 hundreds, but they are starting on the opposite goal line.  I'm already at the target three yard line.  I... don't have to go fast or far to "beat" them.  Old dogs die smart, not quick, or comparatively?  :p

Well... feeling good this morning.  Been taking meds.  Brushed my teeth.  About to get some coffee and today's morning pills, while it is actually morning?  Check.  Be well.  Later.