Hi, my name is Gracie St. John and I've been blogging here for over 7 years now. I talk about my life, my kids and my interests, my passions and my difficulties. Some days it's a little ditty from my heart. Other times it's a tirade on something I'm blowing steam over.
I guess I should tell you about something significant about myself. I have sever Bipolar Disorder Type 1 and I cycle through my different states rapidly. I talk about it, but not all the time... heh. You never know what might happen.
In any case, why don't you visit now an again? I'd love to see you here. Drop me a note. And as always, I'll try to keep it interesting.
I've reset my counter to one. I've had it going for like 6-7 years. It's a long time. Time to change.
Lincoln, our 19 year-old cat has been very sick today. He was screaming. I mean screaming! He had various poos and dripped out his mouth when he was going. It was horrible. And the screaming… god! He’s drinking water now and has finally stood up and walked around. Then he goes back to a blanket we put down for him under Sydney’s desk. He stinks. Tomorrow I’ll trim his butt again. Ew!
The Seattle Sounders beat San Jose today, 2, 0! It was cool. Sydney watched a few minutes with me. We chatted and I told her I thought she’d be a good soccer player.
I’ve seen the eye doctor about this thing in the corner of my eye next week. They’re plastic surgeons eye surgeons. My doctor explained it sort of like this: just in case they have to remove it and it may require plastic surgery afterwards, it’s just best to have them do it. He sort of scared me. So this afternoon that self same eye lid has swollen up. It hurts. Hopefully it will be better before the appointment.
Also this week I see a neurologist for large muscle ticks. I think my dad saw me tick yesterday a couple of times. Don’t know what he thought about that. I had to stop and take a deep breath and will it away.
My massages have been going well but I still have all the pain. Almost all the pain.
We ordered sparing gear for Jess for martial arts. She’s now regretting not getting shin guards. I’ll see what I can do. Tomorrow I’m going to help her with her Junior paper. She’s sweating bullets.