Arthur Itis.

My mother told me that she'd heard melted wax can ease arthritis so yesterday I dripped some fresh hot melted wax from my coconut vanilla candle onto my lower back and nexk vertebrae that was hurting from arthritis to test that theory. First of all I was shocked by the intensity of the pain of the hot waxeven though I was certainly expecting it would hurt but it didn't last long, only a few seconds blessedly, but at the time a feeling of dizziness came across me as the searing burning pain hit but once it passed as the wax quickly cooled off and it hardened into more of a thicker waxy paste as opposed to a runny hot lava-like liwuid I massaged it into the affected areas it settled in and hardened and it worked. I left it there all day, to seep deep into the skin, the pores, and it eased the arthritis, the pain although I probably also have a third-degree burn on my neck and back but I can't see since it's at my back. The 16 YR old goes, Are you high? and I wasn't( I didn't hit the bong until later, I have to wait until my hubby leaves) and it was either her or the 12 YR old ( I forgot who) that suggested maybe the way it works is the pain of the hot wax takes "away" from the pain of the arthritis and "distracts" me away from it. Either way, it did work!

I almost forgot yesterday was our anniversary as well and I can't believe we've been together for 31 years. Holy f*ck that's more than half my life! It's depressing when I think about it to de-stress and relax last night once my hubby went out to play cards I sat out on the back porch and hit the bong and it was a nice clear night and I could see the stars and it was bliss. He also asked me what he got me for my anniversary gift and I replied, Your cold! He's had this cold now for a couple of days and I just caught it yesterday. Thanks. Just what I've always wanted.  I also found out the 18 YR old blocked me on Twitter and just has her friend K follow me instead sh she can still see  what I post but I can't follow her although I still have my ways and I'm actually smarter than she thinks I am and I know more than they think  I do and even of all the secrets they've hidden from me that I don't know about(or took awhile before I found out but eventually did find out, such as secret boyfriends) I also have an equal amount of things I do know that they don't think I know, that I just keep silent about, secret to myself and don't mention but monitor quietly so there's that,too. It works both ways and if they only knew certain "talents" and experience I possess and people I know and contacts I have from the past I keep hidden and they don't about then they'd be surprised how much I actually am capable of  and can find out. They think  they know me but they really don't. They just think they do and they only know what they see, what's been revealed, not what's been hidden and that there's this whole other side of me  that once existed they have no idea about.

I also secretly hope that the oldest does end up coming up to visit for Christmas afterall, that it's just really some elaborate prank they've all just cooked up; that he'll walk thru the door with the others being picked up at the airport on Saturday and they'll all be here afterall, like some magical fantasy childhood wish; if I want it badly enough and wish hard enough it will come true....I also had this realistic dream too I was with a bunch of other people and shooters were after us advancing down from a hill and we were all huddling together down below, crawling along on our bellies, feeling and hearing the shots pinging all around us and  as they got close I just played dead and then they hosed us all off with water, I presume to clean off all the blood and mess and then hauled the bodies into a truck(I still played dead) and dumped into a river where I floated along, alive, hoping to be washed ashore somewhere....and then I woke up....but it seemed so real and more than just a dream....it felt more like a memory it was so vivid.