Warmth.

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Socks, not even the thick wader/hunter socks, which go up even over my knees, was doing it.  I noticed some stick-on handwarmers, made for the feet.  Now... not all feet are created equally.  Having size 15 means it takes two patches on the bottoms, and one on the tops, to warm the stupid things.

The large wool socks help, once the patches begin warming.  Wouldn't mind a few higher up, say on the calf, and shin.  And, maybe, sometimes.  But worried about it getting too warm, and running out.  Even so, these are helping with healing.  Probably helping with circulation, which then helps with healing?  Maybe both, straight up.

Not terribly comfortable, always.  But, I think worth the discomfort.  I am all but sure healing is advancing strongly with this method.  Mom has been trying to get me to soak my feet.  I may have to do so.  My word, losing your feet, mobility, is a cruel thing.

Still a bit ill, or wounded.  But those are beginning to improve by gradients over time.  Doing what I can, will, do.  Getting into a place when more might be leveraged toward healing.  Stretching my feet, when warm enough, and with enough blood flow.  Such.  Still only taking painpills every other or every third day.  Ugh.

Well, on to bed.  I'll get up in the early morning, perhaps.  To game.  Gaming is allowing me to be awake, think, more.  Just a few hours a day, more today with the warmer feet?  Good night.