Better

Feel so free.

 This made me feel better.

I had planned on fixin' that wild mane today.

This ride made it sink in again. We didn't go too fast. We went pretty slow actually. But I got to work on me, and work with her, and feel her move under me.

Race trainer yelled at me to quit smiling as we galloped past.

But, this is where I am supposed to be this morning, and I am not. And it is frustrating. First of all, Meaty had a lovely episode of diarrhea on Sunday. After my lovely ride on the red filly, we got home and had that nice surprise. I went straight outside to play with my ponies, and Blake immediately came out and grabbed my pitchfork.

"Trade me".

"What do you mean?"

"There's a mess in the house..."

Yeah. There was a mess alright. Three nice big mastiff sized piles. One of which he stepped in and walked all over the house. NOOOOOO.

But I am cute, right?

And so last night, he gave me the signs of a sick dog, and I had lots of trips out of bed to rush his ass outside. So there was that.

Yesterday involved a trip to the doctor for me. I haven't been in over a year, and I have a never ending list of symptoms. I handed this new doctor my list. Complete with side pony tail and pink heels, she looked up from my paper and told me she wasn't superhuman, but she would try to cover as many of these symptoms she could in the first trip.

This was one of the first doctor appointments I have ever enjoyed. She actually listened to me, asked me lots of questions and gave me a thorough examination. She also had a lot of sass, and I could sass her back and that was fun. So far, we are exploring fibromyalgia, addressing my anxiety and gastrointestinal issues in a different way, and doing a bit of bloodwork to look for some autoimmune issues. She saw how horrible my sinuses are, felt the arthritis in my hands, knees, and apparently now elbows, examined my swollen tonsil and talked about my asthma.

Yeah, I am a wreck. It could always be worse though.

It will be nice if I can breath a little better, not have constant abdominal cramping, and not feel painful and weak some days. If just a little of that could get better, that would be absolutely wonderful.

But, instead of enjoying my time on a wonderful red racehorse, I am now lying with my heater blanket next to a smelly dog with an incredibly sore throat and ear (damn wind) wishing I could be better already. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.