Bah!

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I... had to look.  More information, on the toilet.  So, after looking, I went to tinker.  And, in tinkering?  Broke, the water outlet from the failed(ing) gasket.  Yes, there is plastic in that assembly, easily broken apparently.  I was trying to take it off, without disassembling the whole thing.  Didn't... go to plan.

Fine.  But I didn't want to go a week without a fully functioning toilet.  So I got in and to town, to the h.w. store.  They only had a cheap pseudo replacement.  At least it was actually cheap.  No gouging on inferior... well... more than is to be expected.

While at it, I bought the soap recommended for my water, and the jetdry stuff.  I didn't think about it, but I, perhaps, should see if that stuff is... problematic.  And, if so, what to use instead, or how to counter it.  Just understand, American industry is all bout poisoning Americans these days.  You... really should be paranoid.  Or... keep getting your jab, wearing your mask, social distancing, and the rest.  I don't care.  I'll be as cautious as I am able.  They... really do hate you.  Want you dead.  Getting their way, too.

I so wanted something to eat, from town.  Pizza, or a sandwich somewhere, or... something.  Almost anything... that I shouldn't eat.  I pulled cash out, need it for some things.  But, yea?  No.  I... bit my tongue.  I held my breath.  I said a little prayer or three.  Thank you for that prayer to Mary, whoever came up with that.  And, of course, her Son, for the our Father.

Sometimes it really does work.  As does a lead foot, to scoot on home.

I'll have something.  Cottage cheese?  Yogurt?  Both are... as good as can be bought these days.  Maybe even some fruit, just... for being a relatively good boi.

First, though, I got to the toilet.  It fit.  I figured some things out with this one.  It is inferior, but will get me through.  I'll add the original part next week, when it comes.  And, order a part to fix the one that broke.  Thankfully, that was the part that had to be replaced as is.

On this one, I figured out how to get the water to stop running, and how to adjust the bowl flow compared to the... other flow?  Just that... I have some idea how this one works.  It's a bit different from the original.  Which... I hadn't figured out, or I probably wouldn't have broken it.  Gah!

Though, really?  All good.  I might even, yet today, get to some work with regards to opening the path.  It's... mostly open.  More just a chair, a few boxes, and a few odds and ends I want moved further out of the way.  Could easily, probably, get through as is.  Not the point.

And, maybe, just a bit of cleaning.

Oh, got a shower in, since I was going to town.  And changed the bandaging.  There was some moistening agent and fill, but it was pretty dry.  The heat, if not getting to me, at all, is getting to the wound bed.  The best I can do is changing it every two days.  In the afternoon to evening.  Or I'll run out of kit.  I just don't have enough, nor can I afford all that much more.  I depend on the clinic, and buy some to keep up when that falls short, or if I have to change them too often for various reasons.  But I can't do dailies.

I'll talk to them, next time, tell them about the desiccation.  See if they could help me to change every day and a half?  If they can, I... will carry any extra, for various problems.  Blah.  I try, I do.

The wound is looking better.  Not perfect, just... ever so slightly better, shallower, cleaner when I clean it out a bit.  I keep hoping that thing will close up in the next few weeks or months.  Not great... hope... but hope.  And some prayers.  Doing my best, after a year of just trying to ignore it.  Later.