Maybe on back to bed.

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I had hoped to get a shower in.  But I don't think so.  I am just not ready.  And... pains and aches and such are back.  Why?  I can't say.  It doesn't even make sense.  It is, really, as good a day as I have had in a while.  I have been being careful... when getting up, when feeding Sassy, and doing other things.

I have been keeping efforts to a reasonable minimum.  Only doing a new task once every half hour to hour.  Sitting up, staying covered and warm.  Doing everything I can to make life easier.  It just doesn't matter.

Painpills earlier.  And that helped.  But it's all back.  Falling and failing, heating up, aching, hurting, tiring, and believing more and more that sleep is probably the best way to go.  Frustrated.  I need to get a shower.  I am all but ready.  But I can't stand, currently.  Not for long enough for even a quick shower... well and undressing then dressing.

Not sure what went wrong.  But I'm not going to get done what I had hoped.  Maybe the next time I wake up?  Odd feverishness.  Chills too?  Yes, an odd mix.

Oh, no worries.  These are just how things go.  By medical prognostication, minor aches don't make sense.  I should be dead.  Is that good, or bad?  Depends on how you see things?  I leave such things to the hands of God, and don't worry.  I'll take what is given, from life, to death, to suffering.  I don't even mind, all the time.  And, have found possible uses for suffering... if one is a believer.  In this regard, I am.

Pain seems to be the only thing I have abundances of.  But, so be it.

On to bed, for however long it takes.  Goodnight.