Hyperbolic wound clinic visit.

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It looks like all of the new wounds are healed.  They want me to massage the hip bruise.  But that is far far smaller than it was even compared to my last visit.  The old wound is, by the software, a bit smaller.  I am hoping, now with the other wounds healed, the body will focus on the old wound.  We'll see.

I did get, and take, the B super complex, or one of them.  As well, I have collagen inbound.  That should help.  Further, tomorrow or the day after I will get propane, and begin cooking.  Going as hard carnivore as possible.  But not to misery again, this time.  I'll push, rub, punch, kick my way.  But I won't disable my very ability to eat.

They want me to massage the bruise.  Afraid it might become calcified?  I should have asked, what?  don't I looke like a brick wall?  *grins*  So, yeah, I'll begin doing that.  No, it doesn't hurt.  It might, after a while.  Okay.

So tired.  I got some sleep last night.  Then wanted to brush my teeth.  Then, just... stayed up mostly all night.  I am absolutely exhausted.  The only reason I am not in bed is because I broke my six day fast, and it's... not going down quickly.  A beef and bean burrito.

Hmm, I think I can get on to bed shortly.  At least it was a beautiful day.  Some sun, some storminess, not too cold, not even close to too hot.  An almost magical day.

Oh, and more.  Pleasant for my ego, not so... happy for those who stroked it.  I wasn't being cruel, just honest.  No.  Funny, to finally understand how, when younger, women so easily, dismissively, carelessly, even cruely... dismissed.  I... understand now.  And... they don't.

Fair?  I wasn't sure then.  I am positive now.  It isn't... cruelty though.  Cruelty would be playing them like a fiddle, leading them on.  Best to just cut off any intention if it's not going anywhere.  I remember when I thought... a little while would be worth it too.  It isn't.

Strange how the shoe does get to the other foot.  And it fits well.

At least, from having gone through it, I have both empathy and sympathy.  But I can't change the facts on the ground.  Or the facts of life, law, economics, biology, or any of the other simple plain hard truths.  Nor would it.  These things happen for a reason.

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Vox was discussing, the other day, about how boomers are swimming in STD's, or whatever they go by these days.  He was thinking it was because they wouldn't wear condoms.  I am wondering if that isn't the case because they can't wear condoms.  Just... a thought, while sort of dancing around the topic.

He's smart enough, but misses some of the corners.  Diabetes eats more than your lunch, so to speak, by starving your cells.  Now sure how it effects women?  Though, yeah, I'm not sure they need concern themselves for various other reasons.  I do know that facts will keep me out of the pool if the only reason to be in the pool is pleasure.  No rabbit to kill, no getting wet.  I don't wear waders or else while fishing.  Got to be my woman, and I don't share.  *grins*