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It is 46 outside, at the moment. Haze and some sparse clouds around? Or... I thought that is what I saw. Could all be gone in a flash, or might coalesce into a storm. Unusual, but this, as all years, has it's idiosyncrasies? It was down to 77/78 upstairs. Not all that much cooler, but lower than the 82 it has been running the last few nights? 80? In there. The downstairs is running from 68 up front here, to 71 in the main. Much cooler, a strangely cool cave this day. But I'll gladly take it.
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Coffee was made. The leftover steak was heated, in the microwave against my nature. But it was quick, and easy. Just a touch warm, though, not truly heated. I am liking fat and protein on the cooler side. Easier to digest, along with being less done. Life is good.
A few waters going in with the coffee. Nice.
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Muscles really are growing. I see a minor dimple, on my forearm, near the elbow. From a pudge of newer muscle on the forearm, coming down as if the base of a vase, after the pudge on those. And veins are beginning to not just show, but enlarge. Down the center of my biceps, down the belly of my forearm, wrapping around that as it goes to my hands, and begins to roadmap to my fingers.
I am sore for it. Muscle doesn't grow pain free. Feed it, it will grow if you do almost anything at all, even just with body weight. But growth comes from tears, rips, shredded old, weaker, muscle. In time I may find some balance. In strength and what I am doing. To gain more, I will have to do more. I will... wait until life is simpler, more weight is gone, and the pain has eased. Why... push on all fronts at once? Unwise. Pick your battles, and the times for them. Further, greater muscle will require even more protein, and more physical exercise, so directed action and time. I'm not... there yet. But I am getting there.
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Still fighting weight loss. And carnivore. While out yesterday, again, I... just... was tempted. So stopped at Arby's. That place, and the burrito place? I used to be able to eat there without it cracking blood sugar like a whip. Not anymore it seems. Why? I can't say. But, blood sugar, this morning, for my foolishness, is back up to 259 fasting. Gah!
I'll... try to be a good boy. Now, I do have three steaks, and two to three pounds of burger, out and ready. Plus plenty of whole raw cream. As well, I have good butters, or so the label says. And, I am trying to figure out how to get even, for sure, better butter. I have offered to buy ten pounds of butter a month, if they would make that portion without salt. Hopefully five pounds every two weeks? I'll give some away, initially. But, hope they will begin helping me by buying some of it off me, or in my stead. Butter crack... hey, man, want a sample? The first few months after free. After that? It'll cost ya. Ha! Still, I think... I'd be doing them a favor. Can't tell what's in most butter, regardless what is printed on anything, anywhere.
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Working on a will. I need some copies, to adjust things. The valuation has gone up by between $40k and $50k, and I need to lean into the numbers, find the prolife charity (only functional, as in housing the mother, and adopting the child out... unless she can marry). Who gets what, why. And what exceptions to possibly any or all? Right. Choices. People can make choices. If they help, they can help themselves. If they mourn, they can gain. If they are too busy now, they won't receive then. Choices.
Oh, some will get something. It's just a matter of how much, when, and how. Unless they are too busy, altogether. But that would absolutely be on them. Not me just being rude, or picky, or ornery. Nothing, and I mean nothing, is free. But if the price is too high, or wrong, better to walk away. That isn't the case here. But if you won't lift a finger? You... get what you earned.
Now... valuation? Fiction, until someone ponies up. What is the real value? Only putting it up for sale, and getting as many hits as possible, would show that. Ugh. The people who had texted are gone. So... yea... no. But, as mentioned, they are looking for simple buys, then just turn it into rentals for... multiple families? Illegal alien slum lords, or such.
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Changed my bandaging, last night, for a breathable one through the night. Then, this morning, put on the collagen fiber, wetted with the magic juice, and topped it with a better dressing. I am learning to clean the area, then my hands, THEN put on gloves while moistening the packing. No matter how well I clean my hands, after cleaning the area around the wound, the cleaning chemical stays on my fingers.
I really have to clean around the wound though. But I can't wash those chemical off, with sanitizer (which may also be a problem, for in the wound bed, or by washing with soap and water). Trust me, I have tried. I have tried this way, that, and other ways. And, often, if I do it mostly right by clearing the area and my hands, I end up with a 'wound fire'. OUCH!
However, if I do all that, and clean the hands, then put gloves on before wetting the collagen fibers, and placing that? It... does much better. Sometimes just a bit of burn, from compression of the dressing. And, a bit after putting compression socks or hose on. But... both those are much smaller, lessor, fires. And they go out, on their own, in moments.
It has taken three months to be able to dress my wound(s) so that there is no (serious, lasting) pain, but to dress them... at a professional level. Do I believe those things are absolutely necessary? I believe... not doing them is a terrible risk that could end up leaving me without a limb, or dying of sepsis or else. I'd rather a little, or even larger, fire... than painless up front, to die slowly, miserably, fevered, rotting from the inside. So... it's... not a matter of right or wrong, or belief, it's a risk assessment. I choose to not take the risk, for a short, simple, payoff.
The wound really is getting better. Much more shallow, getting smaller more on the length than width but both ways to some degree. It looks more like a scrape, now, instead of a deep wound. Doc thinks a month will do, we'll see. I am hoping. I don't even mind two months. The damn thing has been open more like going on a year and a quarter, half, now? Ugh. About damned time the stupid thing... *rant* *grins* Sorry, it... just... gets to me. And, being so close to healing, I... can let loose a bit.
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Well? Finally finished, I think. Had the steak breakfast, finishing the coffee, starting the last water, and will get medicine in. Have a great day!
6oz. Bison sirloin, slow cooked in butter, black pepper, garlic powder. The instant I turned off the flame, I "plated" the steak and added a bunch of red pepper flakes to the leftover butter to "steep" in the pan. Tidied up, and poured the pepper butter over the steak and beans. Produced a hot nutty flavor, would eat again. Hungry yet?
ReplyDeleteRough dimensions 4x4x1-1/2". Grey cooked zone 1/8" rare and raw "blue" for the rest. Very lean "liver dark red". ate slow too, had to 30 sec microwave to bring up to body temp twice.
Hmmmmmnn... Hot and cold fat= problems...Mammal Body temp, 90-110f, where we were meant to process fat & protein?
Yes, that would do. I'm rather particular. Don't have bison, but I do have beef. Will try that, I think. If you are into bison, can tolerate it, that will lower the fat intake. Give you higher protein. Not a bad thing. I just don't prefer it, and couldn't really afford it. With fatted coffees, you could afford to eat more bison, by nutrients. But by dollar? I am going to beef sirloin, more often, to both eat more and lower the fat for more fatted coffee. So... check.
ReplyDeleteOh... but good shot on the warming. I really should do that going forward. Because, yes, at just the right temp... warm, not hot or cold, it's... so much better! Ugh. I know that, too. But... someone, sometimes, has to say it, or I just... forget. Bleh.
Warming for less than a minute is something I've done for years, don't fully get hot (dry,scorched) or cold(coagulated, congealed.) OMG... that "Butter Zone". Connecting dots.
ReplyDeleteHorseradish Yogurt... Do I have your attention?
Just discovered it. At my last bison warming, I added a spoonful of cottage cheese and one of plain Greek yogurt to the plate along with a dollop of Horseradish on the side. Down to those 3 on my plate... mix it up, lets see what happens... Honestly think red pepper and more Horseradish would improve it.
And women claim to "really" want to know what we're thinking...
Yes, I could see that. I don't have any horseradish on hand. And, making that is a fall thing, from my roots. Might have to see about some at the store, if I can find some without a load of chemicals, sugar, or whatever else they can contaminate it with.
ReplyDeleteOh, women want to know what we are thinking. But only when we are thinking about them. Good or bad, it seems. It's... all about them. Just the truth.
"No dear, not about you, not even about your twinky." Try saying that, sometime. I have. I still got some. :p We... did... talk, too. But... I got some.
Gosh, where are those old timers at the American legion with the Kerr and Bell jars of hot Horseradish goodness?... Maybe, that would be us... to step up.
ReplyDeleteI just have to find my proof of having qualified on subs. They didn't put it in my file, or mostly. Then I can join the VFW... being on a boomer grants that. Even having been a deserter, since they gave me an other than honorable, which has been stepped up to honorable through the VA.
ReplyDeleteTHEN, I might could do that. But... I... don't see that being worth the sort of coin involved. Not, though, just about the coin. Not sure I could do that kind of work, to put out that kind of supply either. Bit of both.
Though... things are, or seem to be, improving. Or... not. I just don't quite know for sure, quite yet.