My throat hurts. My ears hurt. There is nasty stuff dripping down my infected throat, glass in my joints, and a fat lady sitting on my chest. I woke up at 2:00 am this morning, and sat up for a couple of hours drinking scotch to try to sear the infection in my throat and chest. A catnap, and then the alarm went off at 6:00. I’m tired, and cranky, and easily irritated by the constant chitchat and noise here. Boo.
Lizzie has an appointment for Monday to have the proud flesh carved off her leg, which hopefully won’t decide to grow back again. This is so frustrating. She’s still on antibiotics, painkillers/antiinflammatories, etc., and I’m turning her out in the small “sick paddock” because she’s impossible to handwalk. She gallops up and down the fence like a metronome.
I wish I could find the key to what she needs. I’ve never seen such a tense, unhappy horse. She does nicker at me now, and she’ll settle somewhat if I’m sitting on the paddock fence (in the sense that she’ll pace half-circles around me rather than running the fence line), so she must have some recognition and/or attachment to me. I need someone who can communicate telepathically with horses to tell me what is going through her head, why she is so unhappy and wired.
Kip, as always, is the total opposite – happy, content, lazy but with a sunny personality. I must be crazy to be considering selling him.