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He woke up like any day and as every day in his pitiful life has always been.

Got out of bed after a fitful nights sleep and sighed as he sat for a moment before switching off his snooze alarm.

Up early again as he knew if he went back to bed even for an instant he would over sleep and be late to work.

Shaking his head he mumbled "Why cant I just not wake up?" before getting up and going to the bathroom to get ready for work....

Getting undressed, though that only meant removing sleeping shorts he wore and always wore some version of to bed before turning on the water from the faucet in the tub so a bath would start filling up.

Next a cup of water from the sink after he cough and cleared his throat and lungs of mucus with a little tinge of blood from his lungs, he drank the water and washed the spit and mucus down the drain.

"I must have a cold or infection again" he talks to himself as he takes care of "Business" before getting into the nice warm bath thats almost as hot as he can stand to bathe in.

He needs the heat actually for a moment to warm his aching joints and to warm his feet and toes knowing if he doesn't he will suffer all day form pain from bending and lifting as well as cleaning his feet well as they burn and itch from psoriasis and blisters which happen regularly to them and as well his hands.

The pain and ache wont stop fully, no but for the first few hours the warm bath will help to keep it from being severe. As well as treating and cleaning the blisters on his feet so as to encourage them to heal slightly faster though only still at a snails pace due to his weaker immune system. A few days...4 maybe 5 if he is lucky and the blisters will be almost fully healed.

After a warm bath and drying off he grabs his shoes his socks and his belt after having put on new underclothes.

Having gone to the Living Room he sets all of it down and gets a pair of pants and a shirt from the back porch of the house where the other laundry is. Putting the shirt and pants on he then puts all his work stuff in his pockets. A pen, sharpie marker, safety box cutter, billfold and keys in his pockets he goes ahead and takes a Alieve pill thats supposed to last 12 hours but knowing it will feel like it wares off a little more than 1/2 way through his day and his back and joints will burn with agony by then.

Putting on his socks and shoes and lastly his belt he looks up and sees what time it is and leaves closing the door and locking it behind him. Them to drive his usual 30-ish miles to work as he is trying to mentally prepare and tell himself "Try hard to do your work, Dont cry though you want too, Be polite, Get through the day, Do your best"