Sleep helped.

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I was in such absolute misery.  I couldn'y get warm.  My feet hurt.  My wound hurt.  My insides felt bloated, bruised, and more.  I would call the sensation closer to absolute misery.  Worse, I couldn't escape it by sleeping.  It was simply too intense.

I got up for something.  This morning?  Time isn't, doesn't quite yet, make sense.  Just got up to get more electrolyte powder, vinegar, water, and tylenol.  Some of which to bring up.  I took four tylenol, but forgot extras.  About cried when I suffered down and up only to realize I had forgotten those.  I was terrified to make another trip any time soon.

The meds must have helped.  I must have fallen asleep, finally, sometime after my sorrowful realization.  A warm sleep!  A generous gift of sleep.

We had intended to go to a supper, as guests, tonight.  There was no way I could do it.  Even with sleep, my body is still a bit of twisted agony.  Mother made oyster stew.  I was in good enough condition to very slowly and painfully hobble down for a mug of the stuff, and some water.  And to collect the forgotten painkillers!

All good.  Couldn't stay up long, or for much, but got stew in, water down, and pills.  I haven't even taken more.  Will only take those if misery returns, and I can't sleep.

My body feels better.  My feet too.  But the trip angered all the wounds, pains, aches, and whatnot.  So I called it quickly, retreating back to bed.  I'll try to sleep more.  Then see about tomorrow.  Back to sleep.  I hope.

Still glad I skipped painkillers?  Doubly so.  Yes.  Good night, and happy Christmas Eve!