The Journal of FreeDragon

 On Friday, my husband got the virus that I had two weeks ago, so I have been home all weekend, other than Sunday morning when I took my daughter to spend her gift card. She has developed a niche interest in the Victorian era. She found a Pride & Prejudice coloring book. And a plague doctor plushie. Since I barely left the house, I haven't been to my mother's since I emptied her trash. I do not know what fresh hell awaits.  While I was in the hospital, my mother-in-law texted me, asking if I had a UTI. This confused me. I didn't know why she would think that. I told her no. But that wasn't the end. She insisted that I had a UTI; the symptoms weren't presenting normally. I thought it was a ridiculous thing to argue about, especially when I hadn't mentioned any such thing. I asked her to please stop stressing me because I had enough problems at the moment.  Her passive aggressive response was that she would stop talking altogether. I texted back, That would be...

 My dears, it has been hell. On Monday, Aug. 17, I took my mother to the bank, then to pay her phone bill. That was a headache.  Monday night, I had an allergic reaction. Not only did my throat start to close, but my chest felt tight.  Around midnight, I started vomiting. I thought it was stress.  I was sick all day Tuesday. I did not get out of bed. I did not take insulin. Wednesday I was still vomiting, but the vomit smelled like sugar. My husband took me to the hospital. I stayed in ICU until late Thursday. I was having trouble swallowing. Friday, I figured out I could eat really slowly and take small bites. Not that I really ate much.  On Saturday, I forced myself to eat so I could go home.  All week, I have been struggling. I think my blood pressure is now too low, because I randomly get lightheaded. I move slowly. I am tired often.  I did make a point of cleaning off the piano, though I haven't felt like playing. I also did some gardening. I star...

 Good morning, my dears! I feel pretty good today, so I did a transmutation spell. I started with a magnetic box that I was using as a crystal ball stand. I repurposed the top.  I wrote some codes on both the box and on the top, even though I am now using the top for something else. Might as well do all the charging at the same time. Next, I found a picture to color. I love trees, as they symbolize both growth and longevity.  Completed spell on my refrigerator, so I can see it daily. And what was the spell, you ask? Any time my in-laws talk shit, I sell some art. I can't stop them from gossiping, so I might as well put that hate to good use.  I hope you all are having a great day. Blessed be. Stay safe! 

 Last night, I put a little more effort into cooking. I made a roast. I had lots of carrots left over from my daughter's pet rabbit that died two months ago. I wanted to use the carrots, but not cook them with the roast. My husband is the only one who really likes the veggies in the pot roast.  I figured I had three choices- steamed, candied, or carrot raisin salad. I remember talking about weird food with my husband. I am fairly certain he hated carrot raisin salad. I liked it. My mother made it all the time. But I couldn't remember, so I called to ask. He likes the carrots, but he refuses to eat raisins unless he's eating them out of the box. He claims to have had a very bad experience with raisins, but he refuses to tell me what it was. He thinks raisins in food looks like tiny cockroaches, so I assume he was pranked. That sounds like something his mother would do. He told me I could make the salad and just add raisins to mine, like I do with relish and potato salad. He ...

I started drawing/painting on sheet music. This is something that I have been thinking about doing for a while. I'm getting sheet music off of Pinterest. After I saved a couple of pins, I got a bunch of sheet music in my feed. I have been saving songs that I really like. I found Never Gonna Give You Up  and I suddenly realized that I am a grown ass adult with a piano and no one can stop me from playing whatever I want to learn. When I was 17, I started taking piano lessons. I practiced daily. I learned all the dumb little songs so I could move to 'real music.' I decided I really wanted to play rock. My piano teacher was an old lady, and I didn't think she would teach me rock music. I asked what it would take for me to learn jazz. She gave me a vague answer, then changed the subject. I started playing Mozart and Beethoven, which was fun, but it still wasn't what I wanted to play. I was given a very ratty hymnal book. My piano teacher insisted I was ready for gospel m...

 Yesterday morning, as my husband was leaving for work, he discovered his pistol had been stolen out of the console of his truck. He immediately looked in my truck. My gun was missing too. I haven't set a ward on the cars in ages. Nor have I warded the yard. My focus has mainly been on the house.  I am fairly certain middle son stole the guns. He knows where we kept them. Tools were stolen from his brother's car and that's what middle son does- looks for ways to inconvenience his brother.  I can't prove this.  Yesterday was very stressful. I also tried to do my mother's laundry. She made it far more complicated than it needed to be. I still have to take the clothes back to her. I feel awful today. I had two low sugars during the night. My neck hurts so much that I feel physically ill.  I didn't celebrate Lammas. I have been trying to prepare for the lion's gate portal. Why don't we have a portal every month? 1/1, 2/2, 3/3, and so on, all the way to 12/12...