Cold out there boys and girls!

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May 31st?  It's 33 out there, that with the sun having been up... an hour?  Nearing two?  Wow.  No, fine.  It works that way here, sometimes, rarely.  This whole spring has been cool.  Not necessarily a bad thing?  It does mean gardeners have to be on their toes, may need to replant, or lose things.  But... okay.

I only left two windows open down here.  One of them was more a set, but the idea stands.  I did turn the furnace off, as weather has been threatening to explode hotter.  The last day I was able to get out was, to me, brutally hot.  Though, that's, in part, my nature.  If it has been in the upper sixties, then hits seventy five, or more eighty (not sure what it did get to though, but at least the mid seventies, if plus sunny and being in a vehicle (mobile oven) often.  Ugh.

Today, it is all the way down to 63 indoors?  That's crazy.  No clouds, the sun is out, it was out yesterday.  Very strange.  But, okay.

Coffee being made.  Meds, cod liver oil, and bitters to go in.  Which... yes... those bitters are doing a super job at keeping nausea at bay.  So, with food to help build some strength, get some calories in, and get back to cooking soon, with bitter to especially help with the fattier foods?  I should... be able to get back to not just eating, but get back to 1k calories a day, at first, then maybe up to 1800 to 2k before long.  Which, technically, should be my sweet spot.  Though... being nearly completely static, I may need to cut that.  As well, I'm still not sure I can eat that much.  But, I will be able to be doing more than just five hundred calories a day.  That's crippling me.  Well, part of it.

I have cut meds.  And, with food coming in I may be able to, when I get fully back to carnivore, cut more.  For now though, I really need to take that medicine, very regularly.  It takes everything to begin pushing against the difficulties of life.  Nothing will ever be at a perfect level.  I won't always be able to push all that much. And etc.  But I have to do what I can do, to the level I can do it.  And, I am, mostly.

I'm dressed warmly.  But still need a jacket.  A shower after coffee and maybe food first thing too?  Then to change the bandaging and get set with compression gear for the day.  That stuff is helping.  And hurting.  But... I'm... going to push wound treatment again.  Food, collagen with coffee, higher protein by far, compression gear ~18 hours a day, bandaging changing exactly on the exactly per instructions, push, shove, get it done!  I... want that wound healed.  And, between tending my body and psychic focus, I think I will get it there in... a month, or two at most.  But it will take some hustle.

No complaints.  I did heal from more wounds, and quicker, than kids will.  The bruise, on my hip, measured nine by five by four inches (lxwxh), after shrinking by a third in the first two weeks.  Now?  Two months in, it is three by two by one inch (lxwxh).  And... that doesn't even really tell the difference.  I'd say it went from a four pound ham down to, say, a four ounce slice of one?  Something.  And, four wounds, all between four and five inch squares, up to an half inch deep?  Are gone.  Healed.  Not even bits of scab.  Two of them are down to Canadian dime sized sores or less.  Canadian dimes are still smaller and tinier than US, aren't they?  I'm just not sure if Canada has overcome the US economy (yet?).  Ha!  Bleh.

Still, all and all, even if I can't move much... I am getting lucky, have food, have medicine, am adding the right supplements, am beginning to sleep better (I think just having food in helps).  Now to improve the food, gauge medicine once food gets better, finish healing, and... such.  It's just keeping ahead of the curve is murder, for me.  When you can't stand more then five minutes at a time, on any given day?  Things can get... complicated.  Add in not being able to stay awake more than six to eight hours...  Yea.  But... things are improving.

Coffee is going down, bitters went down before and collagen with the coffee.  No nausea.  That still amazes me.  If, I must be honest, I fear food, meat, fat, hot off the grill.  Even warm.  But?  It's... coming.  As soon as I can stand, regularly, for longer.  Food today, maybe tomorrow.  And maybe Sunday?  I'll start cooking again?  I can hope.  Then I'll have burritos for every other day, for a few days after that?  Ugh.  Or, maybe, can get more.

Why burritos?  Well, I tried other foods.  All other foods, prepared, seem worse.  Fast burgers, even a Thai eatery.  I can tell by the scat process.  If it... takes a whole roll of tp to clean up after?  I've just eaten WAY too much sugar somewhere in there.  Burritos, strangely, don't cause much problem.  That way.  It's... the best of the worst.

Well?  On to looking around the web, while the burrito heats.  Yes, I heat it in the oven.  Avoiding the microwave, anymore.  It superheats fats, which... IS the problem.  Or one of the problems, and it doesn't matter if they used lard, tallow, or duck fat.  I can't find the term for it, but when fat is heated to extreme temps, as in a microwave, they become toxic.  THAT is why nukes are bad.  Just heating water?  No problem (probably).  Even protein is probably okay, if you temper the heating so as to not dry it out?  But if there is any amount of fat in there?  Yeah.  Sugars/carbs too?  I'm not sure about that, since I don't really go there.

On with it, I suppose.  Oh, the other type of bitters will arrive today, alcohol free.  The problem with the new type is it has to be refrigerated, and used up within six weeks.  After that it is recommended to be thrown away.  So, I will probably always keep an open and spare alcohol bitters, at least until I become more tolerant to fats.  Age... may make that problematic.  Or... not.  Will find out.  Still, a bit of several types will be good.

Heard of Jägermeister?  I used to drink that, from time to time, back in the day.  Didn't know it, but that is a bitter.  Always thought it tasted more like medicine than a schnapps.  Then again, I think even schnapps are (or are based on) a form of medicine?  Bleh.  Later.