Random fiction world building idea:

Playing off the concept of "What if dragons aren't greedy but instead there's a benefit to them to make a nest out of gold?"

A world where dragons sleep on gold coins because it is a soft metal (coins because chips slide around and maybe help with molting?).

Easy start, but adding more to it: what if because of their bodyheat, weight, firebreathing, and scales they grind down and compress the gold as time passes. But then it becomes less comfortable, kinda like an old pillow that becomes flat.

What if they happily exchange chunks of this compressed gold for new gold coins?

So I'm imagining a world in which people get compressed gold from dragons and carve it into coins and distribute it. But then as the coins get handed around over time, they start to wear and resoften, and when too soft they get exchanged at the dragon horde again for a new compressed coin.

Economy as an ecosystem!

(Also Dragons obviously hate the 1% because they horde the gold without any real need, like if someone was causing a pillow shortage out of greed)

So... I should make some updates...

I managed to fuck up my back sometime on Saturday, spent Sunday with excruciating pain anytime I tried turn, even if it was just rolling over in bed.

It was bad enough that I took my once yearly aspirin (for those who don't know: any pain medication basically works once per year, but it works really well that one time).

Just as that was settling down this morning (it still hurts like hell, but I can now stand for a few seconds before it becomes agony...), my vertigo came back! ... I really can't win can I?

Primarily used my powerchair to even get around my apartment the past couple of days, and that's pretty extreme given how tiny the place is.

For broader strokes, mixed with a little recap: Still looking for work, though the market is crap. I can't do physical labor, I can't do sales, and I don't have much in the way of credentials for anything. Plus this is one of the worst times of year to be looking, though it should be picking back up in January.

Thanks to the move to Washington, losing employment didn't mean also losing healthcare. While they haven't been able to do much about it other than calm my nerves, I've been able to see doctors as shit goes haywire in my body. (I've got some medication, the motion sickness pills help with how much the vertigo amplifies my car sickness, but otherwise not much but wait and rest)

My physical pain has not been handling the weather well even before all of this. I'm very very grateful I ordered that powerchair when I did, because it's the one thing keeping me at all functional.

I didn't realize it when I picked this place, but turns out the landlord of this apartment tower is actually a non-profit partially kicked off by the city of Seattle to provide low-income housing. One of the perks of this is that I got contacted by a resident advisor who's job is to help me get things sorted out.

Right away she got me set up to have my power bill slashed in half (unfortunately only applies to the next bill, but still that's a big help). She also got me set up on the low income bus pass, literally slashing the price to a third.

Tomorrow I've got an appointment with her to help me actually make an appointment with a primary care provider (always a struggle for me between executive dysfunction and mild phone anxiety).

I've still got to go do an interview for food stamps, but barring health blocking me further I plan to do that this week.

Oh, and slowly making friends. There's hope on the horizon for a social life.