I'm doing okay, but... I need to get this out. I'm a pretty upbeat person by nature so feeling down is pretty foreign for me. I'm struggling for the last few days. I've been on weight watchers for nine weeks and I've been suffering from pretty severe gas and bloating for the last seven. It hurts. And I'm frustrated. I've had IBS my entire adult life and I don't want it to hurt anymore. And my Pookie is getting sicker. She's down to seven pounds and had another seizure last week. She's had lymphoblastic leukemia for the last five years so I shouldn't be surprised by this... but I'm just not ready. And I've dealing with "estate" stuff for my mother. I keep waiting to grieve but... nothing. That woman even denied me a normal grieving process. And besides, I hate dealing with social security, banks, NY State and insurance companies. Ugh! And, to top it off, Duckie is growing up way too fast. She has her little multiage graduation in a few weeks. She goes to a new school next year and will be in 4th grade... already. She's standing at my shoulder now and is in the early stages of puberty. Sorry... I just needed to vent. Sigh.