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Weird Last Week Or So
12 years ago
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So it has been an interesting bit of time over the last couple of weeks. A week ago last Thursday, Asurea gets a phone call from my work saying he needs to come back on Monday. This made me happy since it meant that there was a good chance that I would get called back. But I don't hear anything till Friday afternoon, about the time I am getting ready to head out for the Pioneer Farms Haunted Trail event...because I decided to preempt Murphy and get in touch with work. It went from text message to my former department manager to call to the department secretary to call to my new manager. It turned out they had been talking about me and wondering how to get in touch with me. So yes, I also was to report on Monday. The reason I decided to act was that the LAST thing I need was to have them call me in the middle of the Haunted Trail while I was on the back of a horse. The Haunted went well enough, 3 hours on horseback is always a good work out.
That was a week ago Friday, that Saturday, I dropped Asurea off at his cellphone sales job and then I spent at Pioneer Farms, giving pony rides for "lunch money" (pay schedules when one goes back to work are uncooperative to say the least, so $5 a pony ride sounds like a pretty darn good way to make some food money). I did not stick around for the Haunted Trail, it was getting too darn cold and I had to pick Asurea up from his cellphone sales job.
Sunday I dropped Asurea off again and then went out to Pioneer Farms. I got to ride the Frisian stallion, Sjouke, and help a bit with his human, Skye's main stable hand and horse helper, with a bit of training (Sjouke's canter is a bit rough and his human needs to have a capable rider in the saddle to work on those rough spots). That's a big deal to me. I love riding Sjouke and being able to help with his training made me feel all warm and fuzzy.
Then my perfect day was ruined by one of the volunteers at Pioneer Farms, a 19 year old male who is currently off his ADHD meds, thought it would be fun to get up on the stallion...and Skye (the horse mistress) let him. Sjouke's human wasn't happy about it. Skye commented that if the 19 year old falls off and gets hurt, it will teach him to not do something outside his skill set...problem is Sjouke is too much the gentleman to put this deserving soul on his ass. So the 19 year old rode Sjouke ragged. When the idiot finally got down off a very tired Sjouke, I went over and cuddled on Sjouke and gave him peppermints (a favored treat). I had just given him 3 peppermints at once and he was playing with the peppermints in his mouth when the idiot walked over and a previously distracted Sjouke decided he didn't want anything to do with the human and started backing away. He doesn't normally do that. You have to have done something uniquely screwed up to get Sjouke backing away from you. After a bit of consideration, Skye said that she would not be allowing anyone to get on Sjouke again unless his human approved and that the 19 year old idiot wouldn't be riding any of her horses again until he was back on his meds.
Skye had a couple of lessons at the end of the day and I was asked to help. I work for my horse time...err...I guess you can call it work. One of the horses we were using, Tally, an Arabian who is well on her way to being quite the nice little lesson horse, was doing her "its the end of the day, I am done" routine. Arabians are very distinct about their "I am done" routines. Tally's involves being a total brat and, if you touch in her in the wrong spot, threatening to bite (which is a hUGE no-no). Skye told me to go walk with the person who is was riding Tally and correct her every time she tried to bite me. This lead to having to explain to the rider why I was striking Tally on the snout (like Skye showed me) every time she showed me teeth. I finally gave up and asked Skye to explain it to her. Skye explained that while she doesn't use "pain, fear and confusion" as training aids, she also doesn't let her horses use it on us. She also explained that biting is horse for declaring war. Meanwhile, I took Tally over and got her untacked and left her to rest tired to the trailer. She promptly cocked her back hoof and closed her eyes, which is a horse's way of relaxing. A little while later I went and picked up Asurea and went home...and passed out a few minutes after I sat down on the couch.
Monday was unmitigated chaos at work...as expected. Tuesday wasn't any better.
Wednesday I had a doctor's appointment before work with a Gastroenterologist, which is the next step on the trail of the iron deficiency. He said he wanted to do the scope down the throat procedure to see if there was anything obvious in my belly and to get biopsies. The next available appointment was the next day, Thursday. I didn't have any problems taking the day off from work since anesthesia has a nasty habit of taking me out for the whole day.
Thursday was mostly spent asleep. After the procedure, the doctor told me to lay off the NSAIDs since there was a tiny blood spot in my stomach...but other than that, everything looked normal. Surprise, surprise. Given that literally nothing else works on either my pain (heat, cold and pain rubs not withstanding...when and where possible) and certainly nothing else is safe for treating my migraines, I will definitely cut back but I can't not take them for the migraines. I can't take any of the prescription migraine medicine because I take Adderall and my primary doesn't want to put that much stress on my heart.
Friday was also good and chaotic at work.
Saturday was the second weekend of the Haunted Trail. I missed Friday at the trail but I was there for Saturday. After helping with tacking up, I got on Levi, Skye's Morgan gelding and spent the night herding cars in the parking lot (or herding cats, depending on how you look at it). What is it about parking lots that make people stupid. I had to park people in a field and then in a second field as the parking filled up. That wasn't the worst of it, The worst of it was when people started leaving. I had a number of very expensive cars, with very stupid drivers ignore me and my horse, and my sword (I finally pulled out my Tuareg sword to use as a pointing implement since clearly the trail whip wasn't obvious enough) and drive out the entrance gate. It was another very physically taxing night but a heck of a lot of fun. It is always nice when (most) people listen to me. And the bulk of people were really nice.
Sunday was a quiet day at Pioneer Farms after dropping Asurea off at his cellphone sales job. And a nice quiet night at home once I picked him up.
Monday I had to go into work early to make some phone calls to people in the EST and with early tour of duties.
So that was my last week or so of chaos and craziness. I thought I would share it with everyone.
That was a week ago Friday, that Saturday, I dropped Asurea off at his cellphone sales job and then I spent at Pioneer Farms, giving pony rides for "lunch money" (pay schedules when one goes back to work are uncooperative to say the least, so $5 a pony ride sounds like a pretty darn good way to make some food money). I did not stick around for the Haunted Trail, it was getting too darn cold and I had to pick Asurea up from his cellphone sales job.
Sunday I dropped Asurea off again and then went out to Pioneer Farms. I got to ride the Frisian stallion, Sjouke, and help a bit with his human, Skye's main stable hand and horse helper, with a bit of training (Sjouke's canter is a bit rough and his human needs to have a capable rider in the saddle to work on those rough spots). That's a big deal to me. I love riding Sjouke and being able to help with his training made me feel all warm and fuzzy.
Then my perfect day was ruined by one of the volunteers at Pioneer Farms, a 19 year old male who is currently off his ADHD meds, thought it would be fun to get up on the stallion...and Skye (the horse mistress) let him. Sjouke's human wasn't happy about it. Skye commented that if the 19 year old falls off and gets hurt, it will teach him to not do something outside his skill set...problem is Sjouke is too much the gentleman to put this deserving soul on his ass. So the 19 year old rode Sjouke ragged. When the idiot finally got down off a very tired Sjouke, I went over and cuddled on Sjouke and gave him peppermints (a favored treat). I had just given him 3 peppermints at once and he was playing with the peppermints in his mouth when the idiot walked over and a previously distracted Sjouke decided he didn't want anything to do with the human and started backing away. He doesn't normally do that. You have to have done something uniquely screwed up to get Sjouke backing away from you. After a bit of consideration, Skye said that she would not be allowing anyone to get on Sjouke again unless his human approved and that the 19 year old idiot wouldn't be riding any of her horses again until he was back on his meds.
Skye had a couple of lessons at the end of the day and I was asked to help. I work for my horse time...err...I guess you can call it work. One of the horses we were using, Tally, an Arabian who is well on her way to being quite the nice little lesson horse, was doing her "its the end of the day, I am done" routine. Arabians are very distinct about their "I am done" routines. Tally's involves being a total brat and, if you touch in her in the wrong spot, threatening to bite (which is a hUGE no-no). Skye told me to go walk with the person who is was riding Tally and correct her every time she tried to bite me. This lead to having to explain to the rider why I was striking Tally on the snout (like Skye showed me) every time she showed me teeth. I finally gave up and asked Skye to explain it to her. Skye explained that while she doesn't use "pain, fear and confusion" as training aids, she also doesn't let her horses use it on us. She also explained that biting is horse for declaring war. Meanwhile, I took Tally over and got her untacked and left her to rest tired to the trailer. She promptly cocked her back hoof and closed her eyes, which is a horse's way of relaxing. A little while later I went and picked up Asurea and went home...and passed out a few minutes after I sat down on the couch.
Monday was unmitigated chaos at work...as expected. Tuesday wasn't any better.
Wednesday I had a doctor's appointment before work with a Gastroenterologist, which is the next step on the trail of the iron deficiency. He said he wanted to do the scope down the throat procedure to see if there was anything obvious in my belly and to get biopsies. The next available appointment was the next day, Thursday. I didn't have any problems taking the day off from work since anesthesia has a nasty habit of taking me out for the whole day.
Thursday was mostly spent asleep. After the procedure, the doctor told me to lay off the NSAIDs since there was a tiny blood spot in my stomach...but other than that, everything looked normal. Surprise, surprise. Given that literally nothing else works on either my pain (heat, cold and pain rubs not withstanding...when and where possible) and certainly nothing else is safe for treating my migraines, I will definitely cut back but I can't not take them for the migraines. I can't take any of the prescription migraine medicine because I take Adderall and my primary doesn't want to put that much stress on my heart.
Friday was also good and chaotic at work.
Saturday was the second weekend of the Haunted Trail. I missed Friday at the trail but I was there for Saturday. After helping with tacking up, I got on Levi, Skye's Morgan gelding and spent the night herding cars in the parking lot (or herding cats, depending on how you look at it). What is it about parking lots that make people stupid. I had to park people in a field and then in a second field as the parking filled up. That wasn't the worst of it, The worst of it was when people started leaving. I had a number of very expensive cars, with very stupid drivers ignore me and my horse, and my sword (I finally pulled out my Tuareg sword to use as a pointing implement since clearly the trail whip wasn't obvious enough) and drive out the entrance gate. It was another very physically taxing night but a heck of a lot of fun. It is always nice when (most) people listen to me. And the bulk of people were really nice.
Sunday was a quiet day at Pioneer Farms after dropping Asurea off at his cellphone sales job. And a nice quiet night at home once I picked him up.
Monday I had to go into work early to make some phone calls to people in the EST and with early tour of duties.
So that was my last week or so of chaos and craziness. I thought I would share it with everyone.
