Oooooogggg.....

Whimper.

I have had back spasms for two days. I have never had anything like them before. Occasional small aches, usually from the tireds or too much heavy lifting, but this is a new thing.

Major stress reaction, beats a heart attack or a stroke, and really I can soldier through pain, but I have horses to feed. And that involves a lot of walking and stretching and lifting and bending and pulling. And moving fairly fast sometimes, if one of them needs to be snagged and redirected, or corrected.

Forget Easter dinner. No way I was driving 40 minutes one-way. Parentals came here instead, bearing food, which I ate eventually, and Drooogs, which I leaped on immediately. Just advil. Works well for me.

Horse corrals were not cleaned today. (Bad me. I clean them daily.) Horses have been fed and watered. Was feeling enough better this noon that I was able to brush out a couple, not very well but it's the principle of the thing. I even made a necessary phone call and did a necessary e-mail. Aren't I virtuous. I still must Write Pages--good news there, mip came to the other night and is up and staggering again. And feed horses again. Also, dogs. Which involves hauling a 50lb sack of kibble in from the shed. I'm in denial over that, for the moment. Cats' sack is only 20lbs and I managed that earlier. It's not lifting that's getting me, it's standing up. And walking. Spasms keep knocking me off my stride though not yet, quite, off my feet.

Gee, you think I'm stressed? According to a certain person, I have no excuse. Tell that to my back muscles, please.

Evening Interactions

Amazing how a reduction of owies makes the world look brighter. Still sore and hobbling but ambulatory. The horses greeted me as if I'd been away for a week. They all crowded for scrrrrritchies. Camilla, War Mare or not, came and pushed her head into my arms. Mushy stuff! Amazing!

They were all very funny. Carrma threw up her tail like a dowager empress lifting her skirts, and took off at the gallop. Keed and Capria parked at the fence. They wanted DINNER! The Girlz bunched up in the stallion stall, ready to leap out as soon as the gate opened into their own stalls. Pook boingitied around, or else posed magnificently. HUNGRY! he said.

When I shifted him out of the stalls so I could let the gang in, he and Capria made horrible faces across the space between the holding pen and the back run. She was doing her best Stubbs Big Mac Attack impression, sans lion. Ears flat back, teeth bared, right hind snapping against the pipe bars: Bang! BANG! She does like the sound of steel shoes on steel pipe. Pook arched his neck up over the fence and whuffled at her. Mare on a tear, just his thing. He so loves a dominatrix.

A good evening. Horses happy to see human standing up straight again. Human happy to be standing up straight.

No pages written--the one fly in the ointment of the day. But as Scarlett said, Tomorrow Is Another Day.

Interesting that we're all getting back to writing at once. Must be something in the air. Or the phosphors.