Probably back to bed.

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I have hurt all through the night.  Not as terribly as the other day.  But about what I had been going through yesterday.  That had seemed tolerable.  And, comparably to the day before, it was.  However, at some point it became too much.  And it remains too much.

I'll take some painpills, then go on back to bed.  Hopefully it will kick back a notch or two.  Ribs, joints, and the minor wound sites, are conspiring to pound me into the sand.  And doing a good job.

A bit gassy, bloated?  Something in the g.i. just doesn't feel good.  Can't really go, but pass some gas.  Ugh.  That might be food, come to think of it.  Fried chicken is helping, but there might be a cost.

I did weigh myself... yesterday, and two days before that.  It was initially up to 238, then 236.  Not... terrible.  I haven't been able to wear compression, so am holing onto fluids.  And, I am eating two to three meals a day.  Really?  I expected ten pounds more.  For now this will do.

I can't believe how much I hurt, and on through the night.  Getting up to go the the bathroom has been brutal.  Rolling over to ease one pain has just caused another.  Hurt, pain, ache.  Much milder than the other day(s), but that one to two eight to ten at a time has caught up to my capacity, and is overdoing it.

It just hurts.  When it doesn't hurt here, it's there and over there.  Often two or three places at a time.  A headache, for some reason.  Ribs, for no reason?  Lots of things, now and then.  I'm hoping sleep will be possible, and will help.  I took a few painpills, and I'll head on back up.  Goodnight, again.

Hmm?  Just 22:43?  I thought it would be, say, six in the morning?  My sleeping and waking times are really off.  And Sunday?  I... had no idea what day it was anymore.  I think the last day I was certain about was Thursday.  Between pain and weird sleep... I was thinking maybe a week had passed.  Perhaps I had missed some appointments.  I guess not.  Or... not yet.  Goodnight.