For Blogging Sake

I am still tired.  I blogged again...today.  I don't feel that these little tiny bits of posting help much.  I need to blow off steam...this is kind of a way of blowing off steam.  I'm blogging for blogging's sake.
I just like writing...Okay? Anything...I can just write anything.

I am still very concerned about the state of this country and the world for that matter.  I think that's why I have a hiatal hernia.  It hurts when I am stressed...it's killing me. Really. Not only that...

My friends  cat, Pebbles, is very sick.  She can't keep anything on her stomach and she keeps crying. I heard her crying over the phone. My friend didn't have enough money to take Pebbles to the doctor. (And I couldn't send her any because some jackass jacked all the money out of my bank account last week and the bank hasn't replaced my funds...oh, I'm so pissed!) So, I told her to crush up some of her pain medicatin that she had left over from a previous surgery.  I calculated the dose from the internet. She crushed a pill and gave Pebbles a portion of it.  It worked! It made poor  Pebbles fall asleep.  She said at first she got scared and tried to climb into her lap. But, she made her lie down.

It's sad. When your pet dies it's like a person dying. 

When my 10 year old son's hamster died, I felt sad too. I handled my grief a little bit better.  My son was hysterical for about 24 hours.  He said that he never wanted another pet again. I'm kind of glad because I was the one who took care of the hamster anyway.  They are messy little creatures.

She was funny. She would escape from the cage and then come looking for me. The cat was scared of her!

Anyway, one day I was sleeping after working one of those horiffically long night shifts and my son came into my room screaming. He woke me up screaming, Lora's dead.  I was sleepy and I kept telling him to come lie down next to me so I could comfort him.  I eventually just fell asleep and stayed that way.

He called his older sister who came home and helped him give the hamster a funeral. Talking about "Mommy guilt"!  What kind of mom would sleep through the funeral of their son's first hamster?

Me.  I was just too exhausted to get up.  I didn't even know his sister was in the house.  It's a good thing it was his sister. 

I still miss the hamster.  But, I've decided to hold off on getting anymore pets for a while.