Up rather early.

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Sort of fair enough.  I went to bed pretty early.  Giving me ten hours of sleep.  More than I usually take, but things have been irregular lately.  Healing costs a little extra sleep, or does for me.  A little or a lot, depending on the day.  No pain lately, or nothing persistent, or even anything I can sense without thinking about it.  It's been a nice reprieve after several weeks of nauseating pain.  Still nauseated, but not from pain.  Just from the thought of food.

I checked blood sugar last night.  It was really high, 304.  That was milk.  I got another gallon of milk, to try to help with food.  Ended up drinking the milk, but skipping the chicken.  Even drinking the milk was an effort.  Won't do it again, both because it wasn't a pleasure and because of the blood sugar bump.  It is 261 fasting, and will come on back down if I stick to water, carnivore.

I just can't worry about everything when pain is beyond my capacity.  Sure, I didn't hurt these last few days, but it was brutal the week before.  Though, maybe, what is in the milk otherwise may have helped with healing.  That was the thinking in the first place.  If so, good.  If not, no problem as I have finished drinking milk.  Kefir may be back on the menu, or getting there.  But that is a totally different thing.

Fluid is coming out of my legs and feet really well.  I checked this morning.  The bad ankle foot, the right, still has a bit.  But the other foot and both legs above the ankle are good.  Push in.  If the dimple stays, it's... got a problem.  And, it's not as bad as it was, even where it remains.  Two to three seconds, rather than five to ten seconds.

I took the bandage off, so as to get in for a shower.  It's looking pretty good.  For an open raw wound.  Much smaller, fresh looking, more shallow.  It's closing in on healing.  I wish it would hurry up!  Ugh.  The knee is taking even longer.  It's a matter of where the wound is.  I forgot to consider it is right where the knee flexes.  I am sure that slows healing.  The bruise under is pretty much gone, finally.  So there is that.  One thing, one bit, one part, at a time, sometimes.

Oh, part of the reason I pushed on out, beside having slept well and long, was Sassy.  I didn't let her up to sleep with me last night.  But she meowls up the vent.  I've been spoiling her, with food, lately.  Still, okay.  Oh, and it's trash day.  I haven't gotten things out for a bit.  Today... I will.  Garbage and recycling?  Yeah, probably.

Dreams?  Of women?  Yes.  But... this time not erotic.  Thankfully... mostly.  Just... the conversations I have had with women.  Where their queries legitimate?  I can't say with absolute certainty.  May have been... testing... sometimes.  Even when I dated older women, every once in a while, we played thirty (or a hundred, thousand) questions.

An example?  And one that appeared in the dream last night?  My last asked me if I thought men owned their women.  I said I could only answer for me.  And, the answer was yes... and no.  Which... of course... lead to more questions.  Essentially, I said I don't want or need to "own" my woman.  Way too much work.  But, what I do expect to own, is solitary access to her fertility.  Well, sexual access, singularly.  Other than that?  I do expect to be able to make requests of her.  And be listened to sometimes.  But, I don't want, or expect, her to do every little whim.  But tending to my likes, to some degree, is more of a... professional courtesy?

Of course, she asked what I think a woman can claim.  I suggested, if she bears children, she has a serious claim on his income.  If she stays with him.  Otherwise, not much.  I would end family court, and pretty much give the man sole custody of the children barring abuse (unless the mother is also abusive).  I'd get the courts and state out of marriage, give the woman what she came into the marriage with.  No more, no less.  Things like that.

I don't remember the whole like of questioning, but it went on for a while, with these sessions among the last five women I knew.  Sure it happened with other women, just don't remember them all that much.  But, yeah.  Women have asked me lots of things.  Like my answers?  Not?  Didn't always say.  Though sometimes would come back quickly with questions, hoping... to... find better or preferred clarification.  

*sing me a song*  She would twitter.  And a song I would sing.  Then the oral sex.  Actually, I hate oral sex.  Just playing off a recent funny.  Anywhile.

It's about time to shower, get bandaged, gather trash and recycling, and get going.  Later.