Not today.

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I set the alarms for eight and ten.  No dice.  I think I remember the ten, or her calling at noon?  Either way it didn't matter.  Noise in the background, and pain, is all I could understand.  She may have called again.  It didn't matter.  I finally, if just, crawled out of bed arond 14:30.

Even then, just getting out of bed was a very painful struggle.  My torso feels like it has been worked over by a hick with a two by four and good cause.  Some of them claim their women strongly, for example.

But too, my biceps, trices, quads, glutes, and most of my major muscle groups, some bones, tendons, and joints are a bit sore to raw.  I have two types of headaches, one from pushing too long, one from neck and back tension, if thankfully no migraine in there.  As well, my heart is sore from weariness.

Just sitting up was a thing.  Getting out of bed was brutal.

So... no work today.  No big work.  Mom... understood, or let it go today.  I wasn't going to argue.  If she wasn't going to play nice, I was just going to grab a water and go hack to bed.  She... relaxed.  So we talked.  She asked for a few things, things I could do.

She wanted me to make my homemade ranch dressing.  I had let her know I had a smaller cordless kit for her.  She wanted me to get that and some bits for her.  I had to hunt and peck, but got those items.  Had to charge the batteries, which is done save the third battery, but it is in the cradle.  Should be more her size, certainly compared to my 9 ah flex DeWalt.  It is a Milwaukee, just their smallest or thereabouts.  She also has smaller impact driver in the kit.  Not sure she will use that, but the old girl has more grit, sometimes, than even I thought, and I'm rather... demanding.  Eighty two?  Well, you aren't dead yet, I might larf holler.

Oh, then I found a bit set.  If I get back up later, to get a shower, gave some food, I may see about a small drill bit set for her too.  Help them help you, if it is all you can do?  Plus, I think she is proud of her own little kit.  And it should serve her well.  Freedom has costs, but it opens the world.

A bit of water, after I finish.  Back to sleep for a bit.  Maybe up for food, that shower, and to finish her kit.  And to take night meds...

Oh?  BP was... 126/76?  Pulse in the low 70s?  It was as high as 210/120 with a pulse as high as 120, maybe 140, just last week.  Might be part of why my body hurts.  While good, that is nearly halving those numbers, in a hurry.

Well.  There is that.  Later, or good night.