Witches & Majick Series Catching Up

 As usual, life gets in the way.

I have allergies. I am allergic to dyes, perfume, and preservatives. Vapes are vile little chemical boxes that contain all of those things. I also learned I have a THC allergy. THC is the active compound in cannabis. It can be added to vapes. Did I mention I hate vapes? 

My younger sons vaped for years. I had horrible skin rashes all over my body, along with headaches, random muscle fatigue, watery eyes, and occasionally, my throat would swell closed and I would end up in the ER.

Once I finally figured out the boys were vaping and that was why I was so miserable, my allergist didn't believe me. A condescending grad student told me there was no scientific evidence that anyone is allergic to vapes. I think the fact that my hands swell up if I touch a vape is proof, but I don't really want to handle a vape just so I can say, motherfucker, do you see this goddamn shit? 

I told my cousin about my frustrating lack of treatment. I complained about the boys staying high, and I thought they were adding marijuana to the vapes. She googled THC allergy, then sent me a screenshot. Every single one of my symptoms were on the list. 

The boys finally moved out of my house. For a while, I was okay. Then my adult son moved in with his family. Slowly, symptoms started flaring up. They got worse and worse. 

I started waking up coughing and gasping for breath. Eventually, my son admitted his wife was vaping. He did not admit fault. I have seen him with a vape. 

Things came to a head last week. I had a reaction, so I choked down Benadryl and then I left. I stayed away from the house for hours. And I was mostly fine. But I got tired. I couldn't keep driving, so I went home. I tried laying on my bed to read. I started having a reaction worse than the first one. By then my son was home. I told him to leave and while he was gone, he needed to think about where he was going to live.

This resulted in a fight between him and his wife. 

They came back around 9pm. They denied vaping. My husband doesn't want to kick them out because he thinks he won't see his grandchildren. 

Mostly, my adult son hasn't been here. But when they are in the house, often I have reactions. This weekend they went to a wedding and were barely home. I felt wonderful. I got a lot done around the house. I found a journaling ritual that I really want to do. I ended up doing some gardening because one of my plant wards took a hit. The pot shattered. I got a new pot and that one broke too. Then I realized the plant has sacrificed itself. The ward was for my daughter, so now I feel uneasy. 

As I was writing this, my adult son came home from work, then started bitching at his wife. I don't know if she called him or what. I don't care. I should be safe in my own house but I'm not.

This weekend I formulated a plan to reclaim my house. My son is supposed to be moving. He is remodeling a house. He isn't getting much done. He drags his feet. I am pushing for the work to be done. I have things I want to do once they move. I decided to start those projects. 

Except last night, I had a severe reaction. I was awake for most of the night. I took Benadryl and my prescription antihistamines multiple times before I could breathe normally. This morning I woke up feeling like I had been run over. I took another antihistamine and have been laying still. I don't feel like doing anything. 

I will write more posts for the series. I just don't know when. Blessed be, my dears. Stay safe.