I almost made it to bed a bit earlier.

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No, that isn't quite right.  I DID make it to bed a bit earlier.  However, it was really warm up there.  Or... to my thinking.  I turned the ac on.  But, then, decided to change my wound dressing.  YOUCH!  I really should have done that in the morning.  It... took... everything out of that wound, down to the meat.

Well, okay.  I thought I could recover.  I put the honey back on, this time not using the liquid type along with gauze.  Oh my word did that hurt.  Feet were beginning to swell, so I added compression socks.  But, yes.  That hurt way too much for me to go on to sleep.  So... until that eases a bit, I am awake.

The ac is running up there.  Hopefully that will clear that out.  Just 79, but for some reason that was far too uncomfortable.  It's been 77 lately, probably for the last... three weeks?  For whatever reason, tonight is a little warmer.  And that really did... cause me to be restive.  Not sure I could have gotten to sleep.  I initially tried the ac on low, but that just wasn't working.  If it is cool enough, up there, when I go next, I will turn it to low.  Or not?

With me paying my mother's phone bill, and her having put me on no contact?  I am ending her access.  She will have to have my brother pay for it, since he is allowed through.  She... slipped up, and told me... the part of the truth she wanted me to hear.  So be it.  I think I'll be taking my phone back, too.  And the pad.  And canceling out of them.  They have been harassing me non-stop since the purchase.  And I can't get on to my accounts.  Tons of problems.  I'll find a cheap pay by purchased card phone, transfer things to that, then just cut verizon.

I wasn't sure I wanted to eat the last part of the leftover steak.  I decided to try heating it in a different way.  Instead of the microwave, I heated the grill, on medium, for seven minutes.  Then put the meat on for five minutes each side.  On the flip, I turned the heat off.  Set the timer.  It went off, but I totally blew it off.

Still, that I turned if off made it a bit overdone, but not as bad as it would have been.  And, it was good enough.  Plus, that didn't taste so fatty.  And it was one of the fattier parts.  So, yes.  That will be how I reheat from now on.  I ought to just rid of the microwave.  It's a newer one, a year old.  Only been used half a dozen times?  Needs a cleaning.  But... works well.  Hmm... or just toss it.  As cheap as they are these days, no one would pay for a second hand one, even in good condition.  Or... just leave it?  If clean, it would save the new owners a bit of effort?  Though many bring their own?  Who knows.

Yeah.  Still hurts, here a couple hours later.  It'll be a while.  Ripped everything clean down.  Yeah, that hurt.  It's about three inches long by two inches wide, most of the length.  Four inches, as a... crow flies?  Well, three inches as a crow would fly, four by actual length.  If it is getting shallower.  May... an eighth of an inch, at it's deepest, but mostly half that?  It... might be healing up.

Doc doesn't want me to leave it for a week at a time.  But that is exactly what I am doing.  I canceled our last appointment.  And may change our next.  Just keep... seeing how my method works.  I'm not trusting... anyone... these days.  I think I pissed the women off, at the clinic.  Somehow they know to read here.  Yes, I realized that early on.  Just didn't, and don't, give a shit.

Something about not touching American women with someone else's dick?  Things... like that.  Yeah.  *grins*  I don't care.  If you read here, and it hurts?  Don't fucking read here.  I don't care.  And I certainly wouldn't bother with an American woman, or what passes for women these days.  With the 'toos, false boobs, piercings, liberalism, and else?  No fucking way.  Find a good asian woman.  And some.

Have to laugh.  They really are understanding that computer games, speaking with more reasoned folk, and else, and just not having sex is better than dealing with them.  Once they can no longer have children, they aren't even in the consideration either.  What were they doing the thirty, forty, or fifty years before that?  Not my problem.  

I don't hate them.  I just won't bother with them.  But, they do hate me.  Which is fine.  It does mean I don't really trust them.  Can't.  Plus, they are all covidiots.  Still.  No curing stupid, when it is ingrained.  Run off a cliff, a quarter of them fell, the rest are happy?  Next time, maybe.  Unless the shot does it job even yet.  Always hope.

Ugh.  Would sure like to sleep, but that is searing pain.  Wonderful, if you are into those things.  For me?  I'd... just... rather not.  I've had enough, in my life.  Though I will offer it to those in purgatory.  I name some, and leave some for the unnamed, next in line, or last in line.  I've seen that.  There is hope for even the... dreadfully close, if they closed the books, and opened their hearts, before they left.  This I know.  Wouldn't risk it again, mind you.  One free peak is... all there is.  But, for me, it was enough.

I'll make coffee, game a bit.  Maybe read in an hour or two.  Nothing really happening.  Politics is bleh.  Looks like Trump lost some wind with the shot.  Or... just getting too old.  The other one seems to be hiding.  It's already been decided.  So voting won't matter.  Neither, as I see it, are on my side.  Both are one form of disaster or another.

I'll bet Trump is still happy with his SS detail.  Just like he was with his last cabinet and etc.  Man, the guy just doesn't get it.  But he will, or may.  I think they are drooling over getting his vp in to replace him.  His vp is drooling to take over.  Assuming he has been chosen.  Meh.  Just... not important.  A matter of how fast the boat sinks, not if.  Just when.

Goodnight, most likely.  Or later.  Who knows.