Welp.

In an interesting twist of fate I have found insurance checks dated approximately from the time my cousin who set off the PTSD flare up before this one hidden in a drawer that I don't use often. She was there to help clean, as my knees and what was then undiagnosed and completely untreated fibro had me in such pain I couldn't do much besides make the cleaning solutions I use at home and freelancing.

It's a sock drawer, and the only reason I was in it today was to purge holey socks so I could put away laundry.

…welp. Two other things went missing that weekend and I didn't think much of it until I got home and saw that my grocery bags were AWOL. She also tried to "borrow" my new backpack. But money? No. If she thinks I'm ever answering her calls or shit again, she's insane. …especially when she brings crazy men over without my permission.

I hope they're still good. I see no expiration dates. And they're not MUCH money…just enough to get my neurontin and a fresh can of CO2 for my seltzer/soda thing. Both are good news because the dry heaves are back from when THIS flares up.

The weather continues to be a soggy, rainy mess. It needs to clear up. …I need some damn sun.