Jun 30

A period of a few days of relative calm. I got ill again last evening. Sick. Off. No discernible pattern. I ate exactly what I ate the day before.

Who knows.

I am eating wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy less.

I would guess I am struggling to hit above 1,000 calories again. But I am not counting it. Or particularly worried. I eat when I feel hungry / not sick.

I am drinking lots more water. I am pretty sure I lapse into periods where I just forget to drink. One of my special talents. Like much else. I can just switch it off. A pretty stupid talent.

Anywho.

I am more than grateful for a few days of relative peace at least. The bout of sickness perhaps heralds an end to that, but eh, I am being very careful today. I can feel my system is again very fragile. Doesn't want to eat. Silver lining, almost a perfect weight loss inducement. Get ill ! Feel like shit ! Nausea ! No appetite means no weight gain !

Heh.

The weather of late has been blessedly mixed and mild. No stupid heat. Some nice sunny periods in the day interspersed with clouds and if not chilly, then, definitely on the cool side. With an odd blink and you miss it sprinkle of rain. It is, for me, a perfect mix of temperatures. Which helps me out a lot in battling everything. I think one long heat wave at the moment would just be another small straw to the camels back. So. Thankful for that too.

I am, at the moment, despite all the shit, at peace. A calm has descended upon me. Not sad. Not lonely. Not joyful or excited. Just peaceful. Almost certainly the calm at the eye of the storm, but, heh, again. Thankful.

Poked a little bit more at Athena's wound today. Some of the matt of scab and hair is coming away as it heals. Getting smaller. She takes an interest in what I am doing. Wants to smell and inspect anything that comes out of her. But. A couple of pokes. Removal of a tuft. A little bit of wetness. Finger to nose - a coppery smell. Not visibly bloody, but obviously the wound is still a little.. prone to opening still. The coppery smell is a dead giveaway of blood, visible or not. Weeks after the initial injury. It's doing good though. But. Testament to the nastiness of the wound. Still needs to heal more. So. I have left her alone again. Very slowly cleaning her wound. Days and weeks. Patience. It's doing good. Going in the right direction. It's not hurting her.

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