It 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: 2006-10-28 01:15 am (UTC)With you tho, I understand there is pain. I am really sorry. I would hug you, but ...
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Date: 2006-10-28 01:34 am (UTC)I did this with my other two, although it wasn't a huge herd of foals, just the siblings to hang out with. It seemed fairly non stressful, and rather surprised more people don't do it that way.
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Date: 2006-10-28 01:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-28 01:55 am (UTC)its a lot less fun when you have all those horses, if you cant even ride them!
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Date: 2006-10-28 02:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-28 03:17 am (UTC)You may be CFS'd, but I see you sitting on a throne like Hapshetsut, while Karma (as opposed to Carrma) parade before you with tribute of Good things for a change!
Rest, feel better soon, but let the Good continue!
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Date: 2006-10-28 05:12 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-10-28 06:55 am (UTC)Sorry to hear it -- feel better soon and keep the wheat intake low!
In other news I had a vet happily shit all over my feed program via email. And then tell me that grass hay is BAD. And I need ALFALFA in their diet. And More Concentrates. Would he like to ride the space bound horses that would result? GAH. What IS it with some horse people?
Sorry. venting.
Mostly glad to hear you are alive and coping. {{energizing anti-pain vibes}}
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Date: 2006-10-28 06:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-28 03:38 pm (UTC)The laminitis trust reckons that up to 45% of thoroughbreds in training suffer from mild laminitis. No, that couldn't have anything to do with the 'stuff them full of grain' regimen they're fed on, could it?
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Date: 2006-10-28 03:39 pm (UTC)<sends vibes for recovery>
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Date: 2006-10-28 04:22 pm (UTC)And ya, I was thinking about the laminitis this morning. I mean, really!
*righteous indignation*
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Date: 2006-10-28 05:12 pm (UTC)For the first time I was *happy* that my horse is such a wimp; but I'm also glad that I know him well enough to spot it early.
IF you know your horse well and manage the condition correctly, it's nowhere near as frightening as it sounds at first, *but* once a horse had an attack, you're in the land of constant vigilance and every symptom - heat in the feet, unwillingness to walk/walk over hard ground, unwillingness to pick up feet, even the slightest camping out or unwillingness to take weight when the horse would otherwise do so should be *immediately* investigated. Usually it's enough if you pull the horse off rich pickings (fresh/stressed grass, alfalfa, haylage, grain) and keep it on soft ground with hay for a couple of days to allow the gut to settle down; probiotics also help. Act quick, and flareups are no big deal. Don't act, and you get the whole horror story.
According to my vet, it takes about ten days from first symptoms to 'typical laminitis'. That's quite sobering, because it means that in a lot of cases, people _don't recognise it_ for a long time.
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Date: 2006-10-29 01:36 am (UTC)Best,
Oz
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Date: 2006-10-29 02:55 am (UTC)Hug much appreciated.
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Date: 2006-10-29 02:55 am (UTC)No pain with this, just scraped-to-the-bottom exhaustion and zero reserves. It will pass.
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Date: 2006-10-29 05:26 pm (UTC)I have no doubts that if I'd kept him where he was (slightly stressed thanks to the move and another horse in the field/with full access to haylage) it would have developed into a full-blown attack; as it was I was able to put him into another field (boxrest, at that point, would have stressed him more, and the ground was of the right consistency to pack in his feet and give him support) and feed him hay until the system settled, introduce haylage again after a week, then turn him out during the day, and eventually, put him back with the herd.
My vet says - and the laminitis trust seems to concur - that you need to spot those first signs, the horse that's suddenly footy for no reason. If a horse gets into the grainbin things might be different, but in a lot of cases it appears as if the horse is ok for a while with the regimen (feed, rich pasture) and then 'suddenly' gets 'really bad'. He doesn't think it's that quick in most cases, and Crumble's history - the first time the first vet wanted to diagnose and abscess and dig up the foot (whereupon I put mine down) concurs with that.
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Date: 2006-10-29 09:48 pm (UTC)