2. Emme is in the stage of revertigo. Meaning she has reverted back to her old ways. We have lost ground big time. We lowered her meds which helps her sleep now, but the days are long and sometimes torturous. Scratching and biting are a staple the last few weeks. My arms look like I have a cat. A mean hateful cat that would rather shred apart the house than have anything to do with order. Revertigo Emme may be the death of me. Please say a pray for me.
3. My face is a battlefield of acne. Summer has not been good to my skin. I can't figure out if it's the change in my diet, the sunburns, or the world being against me, but I'm thirty here people. It needs to stop. I have one smack dab in the middle of my forehead right now that is so big I think it's actually four squished together. Other honorable mentions are the many smaller yet still huge zits surrounding it. I'm ready to climb to my tower and start ringing the bell for the local village. Goitre face Lacey may be the death of me. Please say a prayer.