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dancinghorseIt doesn't happen often, but when it does, you know those Dali timepieces draped over everything? That's yrs trly. And of course, after months of Energizer Bunny-dom, I was due.
So, this week, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome has laid me flat. I've been able to meet deadlines and deal with urgencies, but past that, well, oooog. An expedition to the PO today, with stop at feed store, required hours of recovery afterwards. Forget riding; by the time I get the horse groomed and tacked up, I'm ready to fall over.
It should run its course in another couple of days. Always does. In the meantime, Camilla has not stopped smiling since her clinic with TL, and I've started the weaning process with Oreo. I do it gradually, having found that removing mom for increasing periods of time is a lot less stressful on both parties than cold-turkey rippage of child from mother's side. He's ready: the first time I shut mom away, he investigated, determined that he wasn't getting at her, shrugged, and came back to his hay and his dad. Even after I let her back in with him, after a long drink, he left her to go back to dad. He's daddy's boy, that one. Tomorrow they go to full-day separation; by next week, nights as well. Then S will come and get Gold for the winter, so she can eat lots of grass and run the 20 acres with Carrma and work on growing Oreo II. Oreo meanwhile will finally be halter-trained, and will continue his development into People Pony Supreme. Even though he won't let me put anything on his head yet, I can handle him all over including nose and ears, pick up his feet, all the good things. And he loves people, any people, as long as they give him scritchies.
Once Gold goes home, keed can come back. I'll be glad to have him home.
In the meantime, today was negative sticker shock day: found a group health plan for a whole honkin' lot less than Blue Cross, which is the cheapest thing I've been able to find for years, and it even has a lower deductible. This is a very good thing. For the self-employed, the options are limited to say the least, and the costs are outrageous. This isn't bad at all. Relatively speaking. They've accepted me; as soon as I get paid, I can complete the process.
And I discovered that the ms. I've been struggling with for months is a lot closer to the end than I thought. A lot. I'll actually get it done in the next week or ten days. Woot. Then of course, on to the next, but every little bit helps.
And now, having been semicoherent for this long, I must go flat again before I crawl out and feed horses. Definitely not up for anything more ambitious today. Oooog. Thud.
So, this week, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome has laid me flat. I've been able to meet deadlines and deal with urgencies, but past that, well, oooog. An expedition to the PO today, with stop at feed store, required hours of recovery afterwards. Forget riding; by the time I get the horse groomed and tacked up, I'm ready to fall over.
It should run its course in another couple of days. Always does. In the meantime, Camilla has not stopped smiling since her clinic with TL, and I've started the weaning process with Oreo. I do it gradually, having found that removing mom for increasing periods of time is a lot less stressful on both parties than cold-turkey rippage of child from mother's side. He's ready: the first time I shut mom away, he investigated, determined that he wasn't getting at her, shrugged, and came back to his hay and his dad. Even after I let her back in with him, after a long drink, he left her to go back to dad. He's daddy's boy, that one. Tomorrow they go to full-day separation; by next week, nights as well. Then S will come and get Gold for the winter, so she can eat lots of grass and run the 20 acres with Carrma and work on growing Oreo II. Oreo meanwhile will finally be halter-trained, and will continue his development into People Pony Supreme. Even though he won't let me put anything on his head yet, I can handle him all over including nose and ears, pick up his feet, all the good things. And he loves people, any people, as long as they give him scritchies.
Once Gold goes home, keed can come back. I'll be glad to have him home.
In the meantime, today was negative sticker shock day: found a group health plan for a whole honkin' lot less than Blue Cross, which is the cheapest thing I've been able to find for years, and it even has a lower deductible. This is a very good thing. For the self-employed, the options are limited to say the least, and the costs are outrageous. This isn't bad at all. Relatively speaking. They've accepted me; as soon as I get paid, I can complete the process.
And I discovered that the ms. I've been struggling with for months is a lot closer to the end than I thought. A lot. I'll actually get it done in the next week or ten days. Woot. Then of course, on to the next, but every little bit helps.
And now, having been semicoherent for this long, I must go flat again before I crawl out and feed horses. Definitely not up for anything more ambitious today. Oooog. Thud.
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Date: 2006-10-29 02:57 am (UTC)