A shower.

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Well?  While it was later than hoped, given that I had calls and business to do, that was as reasonable as I could do.  Toss in being so tired, for whatever reason, sleep cycles twisting in the wind, and the worry about bandaging?  It all... adds up.  Though I think I got the shower in before 16:00?  Given that I didn't wake up until after noon?  Good, all good.

I didn't go with the better bandages.  I keep forgetting, the main problem isn't that the wound bed will hurt.  Though there is that.  It is that the sticky part of the bandages make the skin around the wound sore!  And, that area needs some air.  Bit much bigger bandage helps with that.  It has border that are only about two inches, while being a 6"x6" bandage.  So all that interior space gets time off from the sticky part of dressing.  As well, the bigger border bandage is (supposed to be) breathable.  I think it is.

So, I put on the 6"x6".  As well, I put some smaller 2"x2" and 4"x4" bandages on the healed wounds.  They aren't open.  But, what they need is cover, and some ointment, so as to work the scars... moisten, protect.  These bandages, as with the big one, are breathable.  Not watertight, but I don't need that.  I keep them on for two days at a time, now.  I have been experimenting.

After that I pull the bandages, wash the sites, then just let them go for four to six days... bandaging the scars every other time I change the main wound bandaging.  Or... begin that process.  I'll put on the better bandages tomorrow, on the main wound.

My brother called back.  In theory, to let me know he was sending the phone tomorrow.  But, really, I think he wanted to debate politics.  I think he has lost all his friends for this.  If you are a man, or even... more or less more manly than not?  At worst, you are independent.  Better you are sort of "conservative".  Though, in truth, you should be independent on the right side of things.

He doesn't seem to understand, picking the politics of his woman is... no way to be a man.  It would come across no better to suggest you sit to pee, in solidarity with your women (or women, including daughters).  Or that you are thinking about anal sex, to better understand your women.  No.  Being a democrat, believing the "news", and such, will put you out with all men.  Even the freak sorts.

The sad thing is, you can't tell some men.  They are lost.  He might think me funny, but the whole world thinks him worse.  The only king, of flesh, you should know should be the man in the mirror.  Not a man?  Not a king.  Not a king?  Not a man.  Doing what you are told, believing what you should know to be lies, going along to get along?  No.

However, I have no time to discuss politics with a pseudo man.  If he drops a pair, picks up the pace, puts his house in order, and changes things up?  Sure, we might talk.  Until then?  I... don't have a moment to spare.  You can't help some men.  What was it even God said?  He would help those who help themselves.  I'm... with God, especially on this matter.  I feel sorry for him.  But there is nothing I can do to help him.

Now what?  I'd like to eat.  And might put something together.  Beef, soup, and beans?  Maybe.  It's not fancy.  It's not pure carnivore.  But it would be something I could eat, perhaps fill me a bit without too much diabetes issues.  It's... just... something.  Or I can just skip things.  Dunno.  Later.