Oh The Torture!

Not to Ace …  to me! I’ve had my horse for just six days, and I haven’t been able to go see him the last two days because I’ve been too sick. The injustice of it all!

I was getting the beginnings of a cold Tuesday, but it was just a runny nose so I went out and spent the evening in the barn anyway. Yesterday was miserable. Today was even worse. I’ve been coughing every time I move, which has ruled out working let alone playing at the barn. And it’s driving me nuts!

I keep telling myself that if I behave and take it easy, I’ll get better faster. It took all my willpower though not to drive out to see Ace when the coughing let up a little this evening.

I’m sure he’s doing just fine without me, but I so want to spend this time out there imprinting him with my image as his person. I want him to know that he’s mine. I think he’s figuring it out, but I don’t want to disappear for a few days at a time and leave him wondering.

Fortunately, my cough has finally broken up in the last hour or so. I think resting is paying off and I’m on my way back to being healthy. And no matter what, I will go out tomorrow to at least say hi, brush him a little, put some moisturizer on his dry feet, and give him a few cookies and some love. I have to be better by Sunday because my friend Hollie, who I met volunteering at the therapeutic riding farm, is coming out to meet Ace and Dave and Tracie and may start riding with us (Marahute needs a new girl now that I’ve kind of ditched her for my own horse).