When did I go down?

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Not too awfully long after the last post.  I got my shoes and socks off?  Shoes off.  Was going to take my socks off.  Got one of my shirts off.  Was trying to figure out how to get more off.  Though it would be easier upstairs, if I didn't think I could sleep.  Got up there, got my trousers off.

Then, sat, to get my socks off.  A group, both a compression sock under, and a knee high thick wool hunting sock over.  Added compression, and some warmth.  What a struggle.  Got those off, finally, after serious work.  My legs are swollen, badly, though just in the lower areas, not up above the knee.

Mortal Combat

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Fight!

Reviewing options.

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Trying to sort out which type of wound care, I thought I'd... look out there.

Well, though, that depends on the type of wound?  Right, okay.  My type of wound is dry, small, if more complicated due to there being diabetes involved.  Even with diabetes being... reduced... significantly... the damage may well be done.  At least the ultrasound device should that my veins, or arteries?  Whichever, but whatever they looked at, were good.  So, it's... more a diabetes thing, not allowing repair.

Just about to shut down.

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Up a bit late.  Just... things on my mind, trying to come down from a few weeks of successes, and even just from today.  Well, and I tried to push through, get to a few things.  The prospects today did not turn out as I had hoped.  But... it could have been worse.  I should be to bed by 23:00.

I did make plans to help a fellow.  He has a cough that bothered me.  Not as in it bugged, or irritated.  It just... sounded, seemed, familiar.  Different causes, perhaps.  But, I know that dry, empty, useless, cough.  It feeds upon itself, as a bit of a double curse.

I got it when on the waterpills.  If I didn't drink enough, or the pills were too efficacious, I would end up with a burning thirst nothing could quench.  Or... nothing I new then.  Pickle juice, I learned, would help.  But... that's rather salty.  And, it's difficult to find pickles that are regularly made well, and the juice tastes good, plus with right ingredients.

Eventually I remembered a singer I knew.  He was a preacher too.  But it was his singing which would dry him out.  He used vinegar, as a part to some water.  I never knew his ratio, though I think he played it by ear, and current tastes.

Further, I really started enjoying carbonated water.  Though this works with regular water.  And, I had started using electrolyte powder.  Then combining those two.  Eventually, through this source, trial and error, and just experimenting, I added the vinegar to those first two.  And, yes, that... really helped.

Plus, it isn't bad.  None of it is bad.  And, it seems, I can only really drink it when I need it.  Or it sits and goes to waste.  Then I began trying it with variations.  Differnt flavors of electrolyte powder, different flavors of carbonated water (and sometimes just plain), plus various vinegars... apple cider, plain white, red or white wine vinegars... so far.  And, yes, it... cuts the grail... slakes the thirst... and replenishes some things the body is missing.

So... I am offering to let him sample a few variations to see if anything helps him out.  I did contact him this afternoon.  He seems interested.  Will see if it works for him.  Sure hope so.  Hate to hear people with that... hack.  I get it... wished someone had offered me this, on a silver platter as it were.  Though, maybe it won't work.  Worth a shot.  I'm not a doctor, don't need to be one in every case.

Anyway... on to bed.  Goodnight.

Positive.

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The foot is broken.  Swollen, harshly, this morning.  Hurt all through the night. rolling was a serious chore.  I don't think I truly got to sleep.  Took an hour and an half to get down here, after waking.  I took a shower, hoping that will, in time, help.  I think it did help.  Just not sure the help will last at all.  Now the other foot is hurting, from having to walk weird and carry the weight.

It hurts enough I am getting nauseous.  I just took the most potent of my painkillers, and several of them.  The biggest knuckle on the toe, the one behind it, to a degree the smaller outer knuckle, and things inside on that line.  Very swollen, skin is very tight.

Not staying up much longer.  Planning to go back to bed, but wrap the foot as I do so.  When I wake next, pull the wrap, perhaps rewrap it, then put on compression socks, and maybe an outer sock as well.  And, of course, shoes.  Everything I did yesterday, though adding the wrappings.  It did fairly well, made mild mobility possible.  As is, I can't really walk.  More a forward stumble, as if I had a peg leg.  If even then, the pain is brutal.

I had plans for this afternoon.  Not sure I can make it.  Want to rest a bit, after the shower, painpills, wrap, and more sleep.  Oh my word, I haven't hurt this bad in a decade?  Probably more, from pure physical pain.

On back to bed.  Well, maybe some water, and browsing a bit, as I recover from all the activity so far this morning.  The pain is taking my breath away.  I... really got it good.  Hopefully this isn't a week or more thing.  Ah, ribs.  That was the last thing that got me this bad.  Perhaps worse, because each breath was excruciating.  And, I wouldn't take the pain pills.  Well, not what they offered, the potent, narcotic, stuff.  Felt too mushy, on it.

Later.

As I was waking...

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Looking.  A pair I have watched before.  And, on several topics.  Why?  Well, this one should be obvious.  While I have refused a heart transplant, simple medical upkeep... could be a trick.  However, it seems, there is... a way.  And, without having to return to America every year.  Or more.  As I was watching it, I was sweating it.  Would my choices pop, as places to get what is needed?  European nations, first.  Not... quite... my choice.  For about a dozen dozen reasons.

Now, while I really would like Ecuador, Argentina is becoming more likely, for a single dozen reasons.  From food to weather to a few other things.  Oh, and the clot shot is still required in Ecuador.  I wonder if they are still masking?  I'll actually have to check about Argentina, as to masking, as well.  If it's not ready for prime time, it'll just have to wait.

I know when I woke up.

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I woke up, in any case, at 21:21.  I dreamed all night.  Well, not all night.  Just off and on all night?  The first portion, which was the majority of the night, I dreamed I was one of, say, seven different pagan gods.  Poseidon, Athena, Mars, and others... arriving as one, then after finishing, changing to another, just just among the set, no new ones.  I would be called into an arena.  Some... thing... was waiting... to do battle.  And we battled.  Not always easily, but I would best this demon?  Yes, I think so.

I, personally, think most pagan gods are devils... the children of demons.  Though... there are... other things among such.

Through two thirds of the night, I dreamed of being called to battle.  Winning.  Leaving to rest only to be called back, in one form or another.  It was tiring, but nowhere near as wearying as the main dream yesterday.  I woke up to pee, often, as well.  By the number of times I woke to do that, I would have thought the three liter would be full.  It was only half full, when I finally woke.  Very strange.

For the last part of the night, I found myself in bed, having sex with, the women who turned me on the most... out of the many.  Not always the prettiest women.  Some women are pretty, some are sexy, and very few are both.  If, in truth, they all, mostly, are good enough.  At least if they are fertile and mostly reasonable.

I have bedded women most men only dream of.  I laugh at those men.  I suppose everyone needs a dream.  But, truth is, they really are all mostly the same.  And those dream women are, quite often, women I would rather have never known.  I guess I would like to have never know how... disappointing... a lot of the prettiest, sexiest, women are.  I think they were only with me because I didn't... care?  Because I wasn't impressed, moved, obsessed.

I was with any of them for the natural draw.  But... so what.  I didn't, often, remember why I seemed not to care.  I had lost the one I... I won't even say I loved her.  Well, or not until I lost her.  I lost the one I was going to... be with.  I didn't think much better of her, but I was going to be with her.  Until the choice was gone.  After that, I just... didn't care.  Other than the natural draw, I wasn't going to offer more.  And if she got too rough around the edges, I would be gone.

Usually never got the chance to part.  Travel, my job, life situations...  I became a ghost.  Even family lost track.  Anyway, I dreamed of having sex with a few of them, maybe thirty?  Not even half.  And, I was inured to it.  Whatever.  Strange that I would still be a bit... unmoved by some terribly beautiful and sexy women.  I actually liked some of them, as people.  But as lovers... whatever.  Odd...

Very tired, at waking.  My body is back to being exhausted.  Getting a breath is difficult, my heart hurts a bit.  I did have a bite to eat.  I did get caught back up on medicine, very roughly.  I did just a bit of work.  I got plenty of sleep, if dreams are ripping up my sleep, and peeing all night.

I don't know.  I will keep at it.  As able.  Vision is going tunnel again.  Lack of air?  Some organ failures?  Oh, I got the oxygen tester... it was 96% as I was waking, pulse (I think) is running between 106 and 100 now, and BI (whatever that is) is running between 7.6 waking and 5.6 now, all seem to have slid lower since waking.  Later.

I keep looking at lowering carbs.

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The medical field suggests keeping carbs in the 30 to 60 grams, per meal, area.  Which, according to ketosis pros, is way too high.  Keto gurus suggest 30 grams as a maximum, for a whole day.  If with some give for actual size.  Not quite weight, but weight at a specific height.  Which, for me, means somewhere between 45 and 60 grams, perhaps more.