Very good.

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The bruise is still a bit grumpy today.  Still rather large, compared to any bruise I have had before in my life.  But too, a tenth it's original size?  Or so.  I am hoping bringing compression back into the equation will help.  But good reasonable sleep helps.  Down at around one, up at twenty to eight today.  I couldn't make the six wake, but I beat the eight alarm.

Sassy wasn't even pushing me this morning, but she was a little chatterbird as I woke.  Just "talking" to me, maybe about her dreams, or this, or that.  But she wasn't pushing me to wake up.  Just... happy to be alive, and I was happy with her.  She was surprised when I actually woke up.  She's been super, so I fed her first thing.

Having water and electrolytes.  That is helping a lot of things, problems.  I suspect it wasn't just healing that was suffering.  Of course, chapped lips.  But other things.  Fluid is good, but if you can't absorb it rightly, it really doesn't matter.  Food on top of that, will help get me back on track.  Blood sugar will go up.  Weight?  Up too, maybe.  Though if I can do compression, I can probably maintain.

That honey stuff works well, but it sure stings.  Yesterday, after applying the dressing, and then through the night, it would sting from time to time.  Honey is potent stuff.  All on it's own, it will sting.  But, it will keep else out, provide structure or such for the healing, and really do other little things.  If... you can handle the pain.  Which, I can, if only every other time I change dressings.

The sting of it, strangely, really does remind me of the later echoes of an actual bee sting.  I... have to wonder if the ghosts of bees past aren't yet guarding that precious stuff?  I dreamed such, last night.  I also dreamed other darker things.  Some of the fights I lost, being brutally assaulted by a demon I couldn't quite get the better of, having to escape a small pack of feral dogs, and fights against several to many... sometimes hand to hand, sometimes with firearms, running through hills, streets, bush, and building.

It was a busy night.  Don't think I died last night, but that... doesn't bother me so much these days, dying that is.  When you are punching up out of your weight class, sometimes by leagues, that... happens.  Especially doing it to exhaustion.  Don't think I killed anything either, but when you are running and sometimes literally gunning, you can't always take accurate notes.  I did... okay.  Amen.

I should get water going for coffee.  Then maybe check on laundry?  I think I could put a load from the washer into the dryer.  But for more?  I should bring some down from upstairs.  I have a bunch of whites to do, but want my darks, synthetics, and woolens done first.  A lot to do, but I'm starting with a cleared path.

Then, sometimes, clearing the freezertop, showering, and setting some dishes up.  Oh, and if I get the freezertop done, I'll set up kefir to a fresh start.  Excited about that stuff.  It... will clear and clean, even if you aren't eating perfectly.  I'll tell you, gut health is one of those shortcuts to overall better health.  Health food?  There is no such thing.  Better, or worse, or far worse, but it's?  Well, no, meat is health food.  The rest is... animal feed of one sort or other.

Regardless what biologists tell you, and despite them thinking their converged science is right because physics (filtered obviously through engineering) is sometimes right?  No... you, and little Tommy, and Janey, and Philip, are not simple little animals.  You are the most complex apex predator known.  You ARE "Alien(s)".  You are so good at it, you often don't realize your full truth.  You can hide it in gentility, compromise, and else.  So good, you don't even need to usually exhibit the signs.  Only when pushed... shoved... threatened.  Then you kill them all, sir.  *grins*  I am... very proud.

Well... on to... another day.  Coffee, maybe a load of laundry through and started.  And... else.  Good morning, good day, you fine little predator.  *wink*  Oh, and women?  You... predate the males of your species... when you do it right.  Ha!  Cut of meat, indeed.