After 3 days of fairly stable mast cell symptoms, I worked on the memorial painting of Offie (my husband's grandfather) and went into anaphylaxis. Of course. If I lose one more creative outlet because my body is a massive drama queen I'm going to scream.

Hopefully it's just that brand of paint...

So proud of myself for telling my anxiety and agoraphobia to fuck off for date night yesterday. I haven't been to a traditional movie theater in over 5 years. We have a drive in nearby, so we usually go there, but it's closed for the winter. I thought I would never be able to see Wicked on the (1)