Hmm?

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A late rise.  Up around noon thirty, but moving slow.  It's 13:30 already, and I... feel like I just woke up!  Bah!  I have enough cream to make a final fatted coffee.  But wish to take a shower, and get compression gear on first.  I keep thinking about what I could make.  And, I suppose, there are things I could cook.  But... I don't think so.  Disinterest, nausea, dishes, limits to what is available that I might like.  D.V. suggests pushing through, eating something anyway.  But it would have to be something I would like.  Burritos would do.  But not really interested in more soup, or... else available.  Kippers, or sardines?  Just... a bit oily, tricky, for my system currently.

I have cut drinking.  I'm have three to five cans of water, plus a large coffee, a day.  No, yeah.  I have consumed as much as, say, seven to ten a day.  Which is too much.  I don't mind averaging four.  Especially as I add electrolytes with two of those.  So even that isn't quite as it seems.  The fluid just becomes a transport device.

Too funny.

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Mother called this morning.  Cloudy, here.  Looked like it would rain.  She said it would get better.  I was pretty sure it wouldn't.  She was right.  For a while.  As it stands, it's been storming something fierce for the last two to three hours?  Raining, heavy rain.  Thundering.  But... it... did clear up.  For a while, earlier on.

A call from one of my many doctors.  A change was needed.  He had to clear up his afternoon for hospital visits.  Yes, okay.  Look, I don't have a schedule.  I can afford to be flexible, especially with three weeks out.  I've been taking pretty good care of appointments.

Dinner!

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I... must be honest.  I didn't want to eat.  Nausea?  But... how could there be nausea?  It has been two days since I ate.  Then I ate ten (liquid, mostly) ounces of a sort of soup.  The rest went bad.  It had burger in it, and keto rice (diced palm heart).  I... just couldn't eat much.  As well, it was a few days before that before I had eaten prior to even that.

Still, I wanted to push through.  I obtained a can of soup from downstairs.  Beef and vegetable.  The beef in it is... very questionable.  Who knows what it really is?  I added hamburger, and a can of navy beans.  Well, plus half the big can of water as well as spices.  Garlic and onion powder, red pepper (hot) flecks, cayenne pepper (100k on the hot level), as well as carolina reaper (which tops out at ~2.2 million Scoville).

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.

Good, so far.

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My brother found a phone that worked, for my wants.  Mostly.  Not new.  As well, it has what my mother wanted.  Some app that is only on apple phones, so she can talk and see who she is speaking with.  For the granddaughters.  She likes to... see her ducklings, while hearing.  No warranty, I guess.  But it does have a fingerprint reader.  It's... as good as can be done, at the moment.

I went with unlimited, for her too.  Just... so I don't have to worry about her going overtime.  It'll just slow down if she does.  Not my problem, or cost.

Up late?

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Technically.  Awake at noon.  But I didn't go (back to) bed until half past three to a quarter to four.  So... no?  I went to bed a bit before 16:00 yesterday.  Then woke at... well... I have no idea.  I would guess sometime between 17:00 and 22:00?  So, sleep is just off.  It is warm up.  That is throwing things off.  It's just how it goes.  In some ways, I am extremely fragile.  Things will be off until temps stabilize and I learn how to manage temperature controls, then get used to it.  Well, until it begins cooling again.  So it goes for the near dead.

I now need to take a shower.  Then change the bandaging.  I'll do as I did last time?  Or... not?  I may just put on the better bandaging and the packing.  But not put compression on right away.  However, if it hurts too much, again, this time?  Then I'll stick to the plan devised recently.  I just... hate messing with this more, and again, and... else.  I'd like to push through, if possible.

Getting warm out there.

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The last time I checked, it was 82 outside.  That is the warmest temp I have seen.  It may have hit warmer temps, on rare events, but I haven't seen it.  It is 75 up here, in the front room.  In spite of it being that warm, I'm actually cool?  Very strange.

I have failed to call the heart doctor to reschedule the procedure.  I did check my phone, but his number isn't in there.  I went looking for my wallet, as I think I have his card.  As well, I remember his name.  I should be able to look it up if I fail to find the card.  But... I... didn't find my wallet.  Though as much because it wasn't exactly where I looked, then something else crossed my mind and... I... flitted off to... do something else?  Or go to the restroom?

I had to get to it.

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No shower today.  Not needed.  I had taken compression hose off during the night.  Just... to take a break.  Then I kept considering a shower today.  As well, I needed to change the bandage.  I had a large border bandage on.  But I just wasn't moving fast.  Finally got to it at about ten thirty to eleven?

I had hoped taking off the large bandage would allow me to keep the collagen soaked packing in place.  That just didn't work.  So I also had to replace that.  No big issue.  If I worried it would hurt too much, so that I would... have to change it again, and add lidocaine.

Pretty good?

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Not much done.  I did finally check on the burger and steak.  Good, enough?  I cooked the steak, and ate that.  Then I cooked burger.  Later, I added some of the crumbled burger to tomato puree and keto rice (made from palm heart?).  Spiced it a bit.  And had that for a later meal.

It's... not carnivore.  But it is the start back to it.  I have two or three pounds remaining of the burger.  As well, there is another steak in the fridge.

Up later.

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Not until ten.  A bit after.  I didn't get down until... 23:30? 00:30?  Somewhere in there.  Was so exhausted when I went to bed that memory failed.  I do remember, some quarter to half hour, at least, before bed, seeing 23:30 on the clock(s), watch.  And, I thought I say midnight pass, but was being crushed by exhaustion at that point.  Could have been a dream.  When I hit the mattresses I crashed so hard and fast it almost hurt.

Coffee, first thing.  Plus the cod liver oil.  I'll never like that stuff, but I no longer hate it?  It's just... meh... *down*  Getting plenty of omega 3s with it, and some other very good things.  Oh, I forgot the bitters this morning.  I almost forgot them yesterday too.  I pushed them, yesterday, in spite of not needing them?  But, today, after drinking the fatted coffee, without nausea, for some time?  I went to force a dose of it, but thought?  No, why?

Brutal morning.

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Not certain what is causing the problem.  Only, the neck is as stiff as a two by four, and about as flexible as one.  I opened the window, beside the bed, half way through the night.  I had thought it open.  Was getting warm.  Not hot, just... ever so slightly stuffy.  Perhaps that made it too chill, and that is causing some seizing in the neck this morning.

Nowhere else.  My body is somewhat stiff, has been for years.  Not terribly, just not as loose as I would like.  More from not moving around much.  Which has me wondering about finding minor exercises, and stretches, I could do while just sitting.

Reasonably well made.

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Eggs and corned beef hash, on the griddle.  Then I cleaned up before bringing the food in to eat.  I used coconut oil for the grill, to clean it several times.  Using duck fat for actual cooking.  The coconut oil might be a bit... dated.  The duck fat is relatively fresh, and has been refrigerated.

Oh, those eggs, so fresh.  Perfect.  There is nothing so good at the store.  I've spent much more for the "best", but it's just not right.  Soy feed, and probably gmo corn.  I don't care what they suggest, with "organic".  And, free range?  There isn't even a definition for that, legally.  Further?  Even what the industry uses doesn't mean what you think, and is really up to them.  These eggs I receive are golden, might as well be.

Delicious memories.

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Something I saw the other day.  Actually, I have seen it for a while.  Some things I avoid, if I think they will be too odd even for me?  Or... too familiar?  Both?  *eyebrow raise thingy*

After watching it, even the first time?  Reminded me of my first woman in Charleston.  And the only really tall woman I have ever... been with.  She was 6'1"~2", weighed 150 (I only remember that because she could bench her weight... pretty good for a girl).  But, too, she was a body builder.  Still a cute little thing, to me.

Some were missed.

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Some, two of the four.  Two were never party.  One was, but was left aside for... for reasons.  One had not been claimed.  But that one has let it be known?  There is one she would prefer?  I cannot say with certainty.  Just... have my reasons to believe so.  As such, I will finish the portrait.  They... will know how things go.

I warn.  Bite, bark?  Or so.  And, yet, when requested?  So be it.