Updates

 The doctor STILL hasn't called me about drug rehab for Middle Son, though they sent me a text yesterday saying someone needed to set up an appointment. I'm just guessing that's for rehab. I don't like to call the office because it is nigh impossible to get a person. I leave a message 90% of the time, and then I'm STILL waiting for someone to call me. Occasionally, they just send a text telling me when the appointment will be. Sometimes that doesn't work because I already have something scheduled. Rather than endless waiting for calls that aren't made, today I went up to the office to make an appointment in person. They were closed. 

This morning, Middle Son's math teacher called me to find out why he hadn't been at school. He had no idea I had withdrawn him from school. The bus still stops in front of my house every morning. We still get calls saying he was absent, so we blocked the number. The school still hasn't completed the withdrawal process, and probably won't until I get really ugly with the school board. 

Last night, a distant relative called to make sure she would see us during Thanksgiving. My husband's sister has planned a gathering at her house, then invited everyone except us. My husband called his parents to find out what is going on. His mother seems to think it's our fault that we weren't invited because we should have just called the sister. Both the sister and the mother are narcissists, hence the reason blame of not being invited was laid at our feet instead of with the person who snubbed us. I had already decided that I would cook for my children, and if anyone wanted to see us, they could come here. I made my family my focus, but I didn't exclude anyone. I'm getting the vibe that I'm being an asshole, even though everyone made plans without us weeks ago, and I made my decision based on the fact that no one was telling us anything. 

I got a new stacking washer and dryer. I named her Zeppelin, Zep for short. After one week, my power bill dropped from $220 to $183. I love Zep. I will not allow anyone in the laundry room, because that is now sacred space, and the uninitiated may not touch the goddess.

This morning, I sat at my desk and realized that I haven't thought of my Etsy shop not once in weeks. I had a plan to put some energy into it every day, for what you pay attention to will grow. But I didn't think about it.

I started taking Munjaro. I do not want to eat. I lost 7 pounds in 10 days. I also do not want to drink, so I have cut back considerably on alcohol. I foresee me cooking all day Thanksgiving, then not eating any of the food.

I took my compost pile out of my garden. This gave me more space for plants. The compost is now behind the garden. I still use compost as a spell to turn negative energy/waste into positive energy/fertilizer.  

I am still doing physical therapy. I now go once a week. I got the MRI results. They said I have degenerative arthritis because I broke my neck decades ago. This is news to me. I don't know when, or how, I would have broken my neck.

I am not sewing much. I just do a little bit here and there. I don't have the right state of mind for it. I tend to zone out a lot. Since Middle Son is home every day, I can't leave him unsupervised. If I get involved with anything, even if I am in the same room as him, he will use the opportunity to sneak away. I think he has vapes outside, though I haven't found any. I noticed the level of whiskey dropped, even though I'm not drinking it. One day, I had a sudden flare up of rashes, which didn't subside until I left the house. The next day, I threw out every single vape I have taken from him. I believe he went into my bedroom, hit the vape, and chased it with whiskey. I hope it burned like hell and made him feel sick to his stomach.

Prior to my recent flare, I think I am healing. Now the rashes itch slightly from the scabs drying out. I don't have new rashes, and the headaches decreased a good bit. On the day of the flare, my eyes itched, my skin hurt, my head pounded, and coughed until I started choking. Then I threw away the vapes and everything stopped. I don't think Middle Son knows I threw them out. He keeps looking for reasons to go in my bedroom, but I turn him away at the door. 

I am still cleaning and warding, but with less intensity. Undoubtedly, that will change. Middle Son is moving out of state in December. I will clean deeply as I begin packing his things. In January, Mango Mussolini takes office. So far, his mindless followers seem too smug to take any action. I wonder if they will react when their rights are striped away. I think they probably won't notice until it is already gone. 

My husband wants to buy me a plane. I might be getting my pilot's license soon. He found a school for me, too. 

I am also planning on becoming a licensed massage therapist. Going to physical therapy made me realize how helpful the work is. 

Blessed be, my dears. Stay safe and well.