I'm exhausted reading through this thread with talk of mowing 1/2 acre yards (mine is 1/2 acre) and Alaskan mosquitos. The summer I spent in Alaska convinced me those aren't mosquitos, but blood sucking hummingbirds! We have bumblebees smaller than those mini Tetradactyly's.
There is little healing at my age now.
I tear it, I bear it. Instead of healing, I have peeling. Instead of whining like the men, I apply some Voltaren.

(apologies for my Voltaren spamming)
Poetic comedy helps ease my hurting muscles. I don't claim it heals, but it distracts and I forget about it. Well, that is until I try to get out of my recliner.