She remembers what she wants to believe.

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I told her I won't, can't, work for a bit.  On top of last night's painful horror, and general exhaustion from pushing too long, as well as it still staying in the 90 F range?  I'm done until it cools.  That's just the way of it.  I should say, until it cools and then I catch my breath.  A week of cooler weather, then we'll see.  Two?

Well, and still adjusting to medicine.  Which I have been missing, lately.  Ugh.  I'll have to sort that.  Getting three out of four doses, but that isn't enough.  I have to push, especially now that I am taking a break.

True, there are many things I promised I would do for mom.  If, too, she kept adding to the already impossible list.  As well, I have told her, not until the world cools on many things.

Getting the trees trimmed, branches stacked, and out with extreme help from neighbors, just about took me, even aside from the fall.  Impressed that I healed from most of that.  The branch that bucked back, and skinned my shin from the top to bottom of my calf, on the forward of the shin, was thirty feet long and from a pine, so quite heavy.  That is mostly healed.  Just the scratches, deep scrapes, and a few punctures on my legs remain yet to heal.

But, with the fall wounds, there was a lot of bruising, punctures, scrapes, and else to heal also and sum total.  Even for me, it does take some time.  Especially in heat, with exhaustion, cycling up bp meds.  Too damned much!  So, yes, I am taking time off.

I did check the post for her.  Nothing.  I didn't empty the pull-along.  Not because that would have been too difficult.  Because it would have been the start of fifteen other things.  No.  Not one more thing until I am better.

I did cook a steak that was thawed recently.  I offered her some.  She is being lightly passive-aggressive.  I suggested there would be leftovers.  She said she would have hotdogs.  Okay.  I might have some of those too.  Funny she thinks steak is special, or to me.  Not any more, just another meat.  Better than hot dogs, but not always preferred.

She'll keep wanting me to work.  Every day asking for something I once said I would do.  Ignoring everything else I said regarding it... when rested, when I catch up on meds, when cooler, and in it's time.  Redoing her room, painting, putting up the tv, etc.  No.

I would like to walk Jasmine.  But am waiting for her to bathe her.  Then for her to dry.  So I can put, and keep, her harness on.  I am definitely not putting that on, then taking it off, every time I walk her.  Maybe morning and night?  Maybe.  But not every time.  I should see about that, though.  The handles would make control, creating teaching moments, much easier, I hope, too.  She is, currently, a mess to get on and off the leash, to get to stay when seated or down on all fours.  Ugh.

No.  No work tomorrow.  Cooking breakfast?  Helping by moving her laundry?  Setting up tea, coffee?  Okies.  But no actual work.  I'm done for a good bit.  And, not countless little tasks either.  No.  She's as bad as Jasmine sometimes.

Well.  She'll learn, or run away.  I'll bet it was like this when her father lived with us.  For her.  She... knows how that ended.  She says he didn't want to move to Colorado with us.  I'm never quite sure whether to believe her, on some things.  But... that is her story.

All good.  I am set to say no.  Will, have, must.  I'm breaking.  Can't push further.  Good night.