I Wanted To Blog

I wanted to blog this week. I wanted to blog and share my tails of savage beat downs on the track, of the training kind obviously and not some random acts of violence. Of yet more run-in's with ants. I wanted to share some more of my photos and give you an update on my kitty, Fintan. Fintan, who had been puking almost daily. Who I knew was not right but had been told by others (others = you Husband), that he was "fine, its just hair balls and heat".  But a mother knows. A mother knows when her "child" is struggling with something more than hair balls and heat. And after the vet's urine, poo and blood tests reveled nothing usual, I told her she was missing something. Things were not right and she needed to look harder. She suggested an x-ray, not cos she believed it necessary but only to appease me and my over-protective approach to my kitty. "Do it" I said. So she did. 

I wanted to blog about the bird the x-ray reveled was sitting in Fintan's lower intestine. A bird he had obviously been hunting and swallowed and who's bones were now stuck, blocking his whole internal digestive process. I wanted to blog about how I was right. That my kitty was sick and that I was not just some sort of crazy, over-protective mother.

I wanted to blog about all of this, but I couldn't. Fatigue hit me hard this week. Energy has been in short supply and my brain has been very limited in its ability to string sentences together. I resemble nothing more than a dead woman walking and barely walking at that. So bare with me as I find a way to recharge and get my usual high energy life back on track