F--k Me Running

 

I found these stars at the thrift store. I just wanted the big one, but my daughter informed me that pointy stars are cool. There was a 3rd one, but all had the same price and I wasn't willing to pay $3.50 for stars that were half the size of the one I wanted. So I brought these two to the register, and the cashier rang them up as $3.50 for the whole set. I probably should have gotten all 3. But anyway.
This is a spell I made last year for good health. It's a Feng Shui thing- hanging a prism in the center of the home. Things worked well for a while. Then Youngest Son ran away. And I got a new phone which didn't have my handy alarm clock app, so stressed out and lacking tools, I usually forgot to take insulin. My a1c went way up. Headaches increased. I stopped sleeping.

I'm thinking of combining the two; add the prisms to the star. Maybe change the spell a bit, maybe have a protective home so that I am free to focus on my health. 

The star is all I am currently working on. Yesterday, I realized I hadn't done any sewing in days. I keep getting distracted by possible leads. I think I saw Youngest Son on Sunday. I know his girlfriend was in the car. I can't imagine who would be driving her around, but the driver had short hair. Last night, my husband found an Instagram post with a collage of photos and in the most recent one, Youngest Son had cut his hair. I think maybe I should have chased them down, but what if I was wrong and I ran random people who were just minding their business off the road? And then I wondered what fucking moron runs away then drives past the family home with his slut gf? And who the fuck is just letting teenagers drive their cars? I don't even like for my husband to borrow my truck, because goddamn it, he has a Jeep and a truck, isn't that enough?!

So, yeah. Stuff keeps happening. I had allergic reactions last night. I wanted to take my skin off, I itched so much. I took antihistamines. I had already taken sleeping pills so I could sleep. This morning I overslept and missed my physical therapy appointment. I have gone to the doctor or to therapy nearly every day this month, and I feel like that's my whole, entire life. I'm sick of appointments. I would really like to have one day were I don't need to go anywhere. 

At some point, something will improve, I guess. Blessed be, my dears. Stay safe.

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