Staying rough.

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In some ways.  My stomach is causing problems.  Upset?  Bloat?  Managing bad blood from wounds?  I... just don't know.  It feels bruised, upset, sore.

The old wound, on my leg, has troubled me off and on through the night.  Sometimes making life just plain difficult.  The other wounds came in next.  I think the old wound is the worst of it, if irregular.  The stomach problems are what has caused the most consistent problems.  The other wounds just ache, or hurt, from time to time.

I still feel like I am getting really close to being better.  Another week, three?  And I may well be back to normal.  If... that isn't absolutely wonderful, triple chocolate cake and DD's in my face all day.  *grins*  A boy can dream.  But, better, most of the time.  With pain being just less, or the old stuff, which had become somewhat infrequent.  Heck, my kidneys haven't felt blown out in a year or two.  Heart gets tired, and aches, but... not as... bad as it has, not as often.  And rest often manages that.  Sleep, really.

I really think this is just the last bits of healing.  And it's taking a lot out of me to do so.  But, it feels like good pains, aches.  It feels like it's doing as it should.  I'm curious how the pictures and measurements will compare, when I get in to see the doctor.  I'm hoping that it will be a lot better.  I know, visually, without any doubt, that my wrist is impressive.  The knee?  I think even it has really improved.  The old wound?  I'd say, if I had to guess, a third to half better?  From fill to circumference, both.  Though... that's hard to tell exactly.

As to the joints?  I can go up and down the stairs with ease.  Getting in and out of the Xterra can be slightly taxing, but it was becoming that way before the accident.  I just don't get out and climb into the rig all that often these days.  The pains and aches are mostly going.  Every once in a while, I push things... while sleeping... just because I get fussy and want to just go and it costs, or such.  But, generally, much better.

I am thinking about getting back into the saddle three weeks, give or take, from now.  I do want gauntlets that will handle a spill.  And I need to check the clothes I have purchased for this.  I have, and am still, losing a LOT of fat.  My chest measurement is down into the mid 40's, from the mid 50's before I started losing weight.  And... it's still creeping down, even while eating chicken.

Hmm, I need more.  And water.  It's not super, but I can heat that, and eat it.  I don't get sick from eating it, so far.  Not bored, quite yet.  Add in milk, and I'm getting every building block I need to repair the old jalopy.  I have some remaining in the fridge, but I think... that's... a bit old.  Might be part of why the g.i. is giving me fits.  So I'm not eating that.  Milk, I'll have that.  And a coffee.

Well... on to a shower?  After milk?  Sure, or such.  Later.