Sleeping awake.

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I tried to push through.  To put something together, for another post.  Midnight?  I must have slept for hours, and hours.  Or... just... been a blink that side of awareness?  Not sure.

Dreaming of women.  Pretty much just... how most guys dream of them.  I even tried to avoid it.  When I suggest I am celibate, that's not... because I can't.  It's because I don't want to... be otherwise.  So, it perturbs me when I dream of their form, feel, scent, and such.  Annoying.  And... yet not.

Still, I avoid when I can.  But dreams aren't within control, always.  I don't always lucid dream anymore.  I used to always be aware.  Still am, often.  Unless I am excessively tired, wounded, in recover, or such.  And this is a mix.  No worries, no more music, for tonight.  There were some I was contemplating.  But... meh.

Pain has all but gone.  Just a bit of an ache in my knee.  It's mild.  Probably from simple use today, after the messes of showering and bandaging.  But, so mild, between the painpills and my body's efforts to curtail suffering.  It has to be above a certain, and rather terrible, threshold, or it won't work.  It's been tripping a lot lately.

Sleep should be good.  Hoping to get in the shower first thing tomorrow.  I don't need to change the old wound bandage.  But, even tonight, I'll change the bandaging on the knee.  And, then, again tomorrow, after the shower.  I'll wash it, no need to debride as it is staying pretty fresh and open.  Then bandage it again.  I may try one of the bandages which pulls fluid.  See if that helps.

It seems to be more wet, lately.  I have a medium packing which might work.  I also have a light packing.  And, if those don't work, I may go for a longer packing... using some of the honey stuff.  Wound management isn't science, it is engineering.  Try this, if it doesn't work, try that.  Always looking for the best fit.  If only making mistakes, or luck, will get to the right type and way.

Kung Fu?  People used to believe that was martial arts.  It means the master of all things.  Now, given than no one is the master of all things, it... is a practice, not... an art... or science.  It is... the engineering of life circumstances.  Including combat, medicine, diplomacy, tactics, and the rest.  One... experience type at a time, if perhaps many in fast succession.  Until, of course, death.  Then you get graded?  You'll see.  I've seen.  I... think so.  Aim for above a C, mind you.  Goodnight.