I did get to bed.

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At 17:00, give or take five, if probably to the earlier side.  Here it is, 19:34 and here I sit.  Too hot, but the effects were the problem, not the general condition.  My eyes are dry as sandpaper.  As well, the wound had dried up, consumed all the collagen fluids and materials I had put in, as well as sealing tighter and tighter on my leg until it became the equivalent of a... skin-based tourniquet?  Something.

Oh, that was annoying me harshly.  The wound the worst.  I pulled the bandage, then put on a 6x6, that is supposed to breath, just adding a dab of standard triple anti-biotic or the other ointment, and 2x2 gauze for simple padding.  Tried to get back to sleep, but that area on my leg was killing me.

So... I got up.  I took off the bigger bandaging, leaving just the gauze.  Though putting an elastiwrap over that, loosely.  Trying to get it more air.  And it seems, being upright, and with the more open air binding and just cotton socks on that, is helping.  Wow that was hurting.

I do have a different plan of treatment, too.  Moving targets, every plan works to failure.  This, it seems, has failed due to the heat.  Just a tweak I am hoping.  If... a bit of a change in type.  I'll keep with the collagen matting and wetting agent, but will need to change it every two days.  As well, I'll switch between those airtight dressings and breathable border dressings, probably the bigger ones to give the direct skin under those airtight dressings more air.  

Yes, the wound gobbled in two days, and ran dry a day if I'd have to guess as well, since Friday?  So, yes, two days and I just have to switch it out, in this heat.  On the good side, it'll get collagen dosed like crazy.  Oh, as well, I need to drink more water, adding electrolytes a bit more.  The eyes are dehydration.

I have eyedrops, from my last clinic up there.  So I'll use those, temporarily, to easy my eyes.  Those are terribly dry.  But, not from this or that bad, but simply from dehydration.  Time to up fluids and electrolytes, and use drops until... that evens out.  Still, easy fixes.

I'm having a bit of fatted coffee, since I am up.  Blood sugar is 152.  Not sure why it is hovering.  But... it... does what it does, especially when I cheated badly several times in the same week.  My body forgives a nutritional sin, from time to time.  But too heavy, or too often, and it just... becomes like an angry woman.  :p  I like angry women, until... they figure out what gets my attention.  Anyway...

Oh, am having a bit of a mice problem.  They... moved a little too close.  So... I went looking for traps.  The wooden ones, these days, are absolutely useless.  These are tine mice, if they have bloated to look to be about the size of golf ball, literally as fat as long.  I found a trap that I had on hand, which I thought might work better.  And, yep.  At least it got one.

I set it back up, using Sassy's food instead of cheese, after washing it.  It... acted almost like a guillotine, albeit with a dull blade.  So... a bit of a mess.  Didn't know if that would scare off the next contender.  Set up and ready.  Hoping.  There had been three there.  One fell into the sink, but was so fat he (or she, thank you Stan) couldn't get out.  So I clobbered it with... something or other heavier.  One to go.

The ones downstairs are being handled by another trap, a drop in the bucket one.  I... think this will be the last of them, until others move in.  May have to... see about trying to find and fix possibly entryways.  But... a... mouse can, and will, just run in behind you on a cold winter day.  They... want it, they will get in.  Sassy hunts them, but there are limits.  Just... do what you can.  Two out of three of the last are gone.  One more little furball to go.

Hmm, coffee is calling.  Later.