We had a severe thunderstorm come through yesterday afternoon. Bree loves storms, she was content to sit in front of the window and watch the wind and lightening. The storm didn't last very long but long enough to give her quite a show. She was happy, that was all that mattered. Lindsey wasn't quite so happy. She's afraid of storms and stayed pretty close to me while I still battled with our clogged drain. I've put a whole box of baking soda and who knows how much vinegar down the thing. Finally I gave in and put the liquid Drano in there. I think we are making progress. I think if we put one more bottle of Drano in there, we'll have it licked. Now to figure out who dumped the greens in there that stopped it up in the first place. "Not me" seems to be the popular refrain around here.
I'm still very worried about Bree, both health-wise and her emotional state. She just seems so sad lately and it's getting worse. She is so down on herself, saying "I can't do anything right" and "I do everything wrong" She has very low self esteem. This morning she is barely speaking more then one or two word sentences. At least I don't have to make her leave the house. She has blood drawn in the morning and I guess we will go to the family reunion tomorrow after all if all goes well. She hasn't been doing well lately but both my sister and sister in law are nurses, my cousin is a surgical technologist, and my brother is a paramedic so not only do we have medical personnel there but they'll be less likely to be freaked out should she have a seizure while there. I can't say the same for everyone else, but these people will know not to draw too much attention and that we can handle it.
Well time to tend to my girl and see if I can encourage her to eat something. She's back to her "I don't want to eat anything" phase.
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