>> Sunday, April 24, 2016
Life isn't always as it should be, is it?
I am completely aware of how bad that grammar is and I just don't care.
This morning my fat cat ran so hard at the bedroom door it flew open, the cat ran in and deposited its own body weight bright yellow vomit on the cream carpet. I chased it out, the cat that is, the vomit remained attached to the carpet slowly seeping in and dying it. The cat threw up down the stairs, along the hall and finally on the door step. So my day started trying the mop up more sick than a cat should ever be able to hold whilst wondering how the hell I am going to find time to take it to the vets. I suspect I won't find the time and when it finally becomes desperate I will receive a berating from the vet for not acting sooner.
The reason why I don't have time is because I am trying to work, run a Ranger unit and ferry my non-eating daughter around numerous weekly health appointments with GPs (typically useless), dieticians (sodding useless), Private Allergy clinics (helpful in that she doesn't have any), Psychogists (a weekly 3.5 hour round trip - how wonderful that the services are so close), and finally the golden prize..an eating disorders clinic..jury's out on that one until we've been.
I spend at least 3 hours a day trying to convince her to eat. It's a soul destroying exercise which I am losing. I suspect she will soon be in hospital. That will be the end of her studies. I am sick with worry.
My knee?! Oh that's no better, I am struggling to walk at the moment which is an interesting development after being discharged by the hospital with a "we don't know what's wrong with it, the scans show nothing, the injections didn't work, go try some more physio" So I cannot run. Which is lucky, as I don't have time anyway.
I have my first race for life of 3 coming in 3 weeks time. I apologise in advance to all the people that have sponsored me already. I do plan to try to hobble round.
HWMBO is in Canada. My problems are not his problems.
Life isn't always as it should be.