Slowly improving.

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Colder out there.  Finally got to below freezing, for the high?  For a day or three.  Looks to be in the 40s this coming week.  Very strange, even for a la nina year.

My feet still hurt, and hurt the most.  But internals are still tighter than is comfortable, with recovery aches?  Or the remnants of what was wrong before the procedure.  I am wearing the robe on to bed to keep a slight fever.  Would have that, from time to time, anyway.  Without the robe, I would have chills on off times.  The maintained slight fever, I think, is helping me get better slightly faster.

I am trying to be up a few times a day to every other day.  Mother wants company and help.  I can only do just so much.  I can talk, for a while.  And I can help, a bit.  I can only be on my feet a very short time, and only walk on very flat, level, surfaces.  She has to understand.  If she tries to push too hard, I have to go on back to bed.

Leftover ham and green bean casserole, no more dessert for me.  Water, but in cautious amounts.  More while awake, less through sleeping sessions.  Perhaps two or three cans in eighteen hours, so as not to bloat.  Vinegar and electrolytes, in order to more fully hydrate, with less actual fluid, while sipping at rest.  Straight carbonated water when awake.  Doing my best.

I really haven't been this rough in a very long time.  This would be the last time I hurt my feet, along with the last time I was ill, along with the last time I fell badly.  This is a triple double bad deal.  I'll get through it.  It's like my body is doing triage.  Healing either what hurts worst, or what will heal first, then reassessing every few days.  There is only just so much healing even I can do at once.  And everything wrong is seriously wrong.  Working on it.

If I could eat more, that might help.  I just can't.  Eating takes energy and hunger.  I have neither, and can't push either into place.  In time, I will get there.  I need to figure how to keep my feet warmer.  That would help.  I just became well enough to realize that.  Now... to sort methods.

Ugh.  I've had worse.  Much worse.  But those were times of dying.  A very long time ago.  And it could be worse.  But I probably wouldn't be able to be aware of it being so?  Surprised I am mostly conscious of it currently.  I'll use that to try to fix things.  Warm feet, first priority.

No worries.  Later.