"idontwanna" virus

So B and I have both been "sick" which is fine because it was a much needed break.

He had a slight case of the "idontwannas" in the beginning of the week since apparently moving forward is NOT the cool thing to do anymore. See! Even B can have a bad few days, I wasn't complaining though. Although we had a slight gate argument that involved me bumping his nose right to left and pushing him into it... At a canter... we ended each ride on a good note. Sometimes I can hear that Ol' Cowboy in my head yelling, "Make what he wants harder when it's the wrong thing." or "Be has soft as you can be, but as hard as you have to be." The number one thing I learned from him was "bumping" their nose whether in a snaffle or bit-less. Bumping versus yanking or pulling on your horses mouth gets you TOTALLY different reactions... And results.

Kate hopped on Sunday and took him over a little cross-rail. I was so happy to see her smile on him. Although that was one of his "idontwanna" days, he took such good care of her and I couldn't have been more proud.

Tuesday after my ride I started to feel a little bit under the weather. Yay! Cold! My brother had one and my friend who crashes on my couch every Tuesday had it last week. I wasn't took worried... Until my stomach felt a little queasy too. Between blowing my nose and vomiting all night, I got no sleep (sorry for the graphic details). I felt okay to go to work on Wednesday, but my supervisor took one look at me and in a matter of words said, "GET THE F*&! OUT!" So I did... I think I was clocked in for about 5-10 minutes. As the day went on... I got worse. A went and took care of Mr. B for me after bringing me some DayQuil and ice cream sandwiches... Um? Awesome friend? I think so. We talked for a while but then she saw it in my face that I was going to pass out on her so she went off and sent me a couple of pictures of B after their ground work session... She even sent me a picture of butt-sweat. You know you're a horse person when you can appreciate a good butt-sweat pic.

Thursday night I woke up and crawled my way into the shower and drove to work... Again. This time I made it 20 minutes until I was sent home. I even got to do a pedicure. Woop! At least the stomach part was gone and it was all head cold, but once again, I just got worse. I did pretty well and my nose cleared up but through out the night my throat felt like it was swelling and every deep breath I tried to take, it was on fire like I was drowning. I couldn't even fill my lungs *cue Dad telling me to go to the hospital* and every time I did, I started hacking and coughing but nothing would come up. MOTHERF#&#@R I JUST WANTED TO BREATHE! Of course, Dad's away for work and I don't live with anyone else so I was screwed if anything happened while I was asleep. Whatever, I'm okay I kept telling myself... Let's just say, I called out this AM.

So that's 20 hours I missed out on this week *big sad face* which means no show but honestly, after Wendy said she wasn't going to show but was still willing to give me a ride? I didn't really want to go anyway. Showing alone is not my thing. I think we're going to Arcadia instead, as long as I can still breathe, which I'm completely ok with! I felt better today so I took Chevy, B (in hand), and my brother and beagle for a walk through the park. I think I pushed myself a little too much but I was happy to get out. Back to work tomorrow! Hopefully I had sick time to cover those days, who knows, they cut my discount from 50% - 20%, so let's just hope no one needs an intense surgery. FML.

Praying I get to ride tomorrow. We need to do some basic under saddle work and get him softened up again. Put my barrel saddle back to work. :)

Here are some pics I stole (with permission) from Kate of her and B rockin' the side-pull from Tiffany's Braided Tack! Check her out on Etsy she's amazing!