Hickory Dickory Dock

 A shower day. Those are exhausting. I probably should be showering every day, but both Dave and I are tired and adding the stress of showering to the thrice daily dressing changes of the wound on my now less smashed up self is sometimes too much, so showers are only happening every 36 to 48 hours. It's the best I can do right now.

But even with all that (and not even knowing if I'm making sense right now), there were no tears today. (Also, my period finally ended after, like, ten days, so maybe that has something to do with it.)

The infection is clearing nicely and the edges are starting to close up. We have to remain vigilant, but for the moment things are going the right way.

This is how out of it I am: I was reading the news and saw a headline that surprised me, so I had to confirm with Dave: "Are the winter Olympics on right now?" Turns out, yes, the winter Olympics are going on right now. That's a thing that's been happening in the world while I've been here in this hotel room.

And it was sunny today. So that's good.

My meals today consisted of a chicken and roast beef half-sandwich on sourdough with mashed up avocado, an easy meal to make to take with my antibiotic. A bowl of oatmeal with sunflower butter and soymilk and added collagen supplement. A repeat of the chicken and roast beef half-sandwich with my second dose of antibiotic. A half sandwich of Swiss cheese and mashed avocado with some baby carrots and cucumber slices. Half of a protein bar. Then, after my shower when my blood sugar was dropping and I felt faint, three tiny cookies (like, literally the size of a quarter) and two Werthers and a cup of soymilk. Then dinner --frozen chicken gyoza and tofu and some pre-cooked chicken--with the third of my four daily doses of antibiotics. Later, I'll have some more chicken with the fourth and final dose of my antibiotic.

And though we've been doing three bandage changes a day, I think today we'll do two so Dave and I can get an extra hour of sleep tonight. (God, don't let this decision be the wrong one.) At some point, we have to prioritize rest as an important part of healing, right? Strike a balance. Anyway, we'll pick up with the three dressing changes again tomorrow.

I have the energy for one more visit to the toilet and then to get into bed with Dave's help. I think I'll fall asleep to Pitch Perfect. (For awhile anyway, since I take my fourth dose of antibiotic at two a.m.)