Thursday, March 6, 2014

Okay, I don't want to come off like some whiny baby but I'm so hoping today is better than yesterday. Just not getting my strength back as quickly as I'd hoped after that week in hades with the stomach bug. I did forget to mention why I've been absent for so long. I had the worst stomach bug of my life. For three days, I ate and drank nothing or at least couldn't keep down any attempts. I became so dehydrated and lost eleven pounds in four days! Day four, I managed to eat some watermelon that my sweet husband ran out late at night to pick up for me. By day five, I was wanting my official end of sickness food, a cheeseburger. I haven't eaten an actual on bun cheeseburger for over three years but since Saturday, I've had three! I've been starving and I've thankfully (I know, you never thought I'd say that about weight gain) gained back six of those eleven pounds. So, I'm rehydrating and each day I do feel better but I'm still so weak. Just feeding the horses wears me out, leaves my heart racing and me shaky, out of breath and sweaty (I know, yuck!) Then last night, Brandy escapes and refuses to come back in. She's old and arthritic and I'm wiped out so I decide to just let her be instead of playing tug of war trying to get her away from that small sliver of green grass she's so intent upon. I closed the other horses into the lower pasture, closed the gate to the road so she'd have to walk all the way around if she decides to commit hari-kari or go visit the neighbors again, and I left the upper pasture open so she could get to water and her ignored food and hay. I thought problem solved and then I get in my truck ready to head back to the house. My truck wouldn't start. It wouldn't even attempt to turn over. Nothing, nada, zip.... not a sound, not an effort. The lights and radio work. In fact, every time I turn the key, every warning light on the dash lights up. So, I got to try out the new flashlight app on my phone. It works great, thank goodness. Now, I'm dragging my feet on the morning feeding because I know, in just a few minutes, my tired old butt is going to have to lug 30 lbs of food across the field on foot. It's just a quarter of a mile but trust me, I am not up to it. But, you gotta do what you gotta do and I see some hungry horses waiting on me. At least, I have a comfy truck seat waiting for me to crash on for a few reviving moments once I make it over there. Sheesh....I tell you, my tombstone will read, It was always SOMETHING! lol