Horse Sense....
And I woke up to this, this morning...Morning 39
A bit colourful and not quite what I would prefer, in having said that though, no pus, no limp and Belles is happy as wandering the two paddocks.
So I can't really complain.
Also, day 3 of no lunch, she doesn't need it.
As a side note: the Pure Ascorbic Vitamin C in the morning with the Blended oil at night, is giving us the best results.
However, you do not need much of the Blended oil. It does excellent work on very little.
Night of 39 - I am always checking out her wound because I'm fascinated.
I don't understand how she can be Healing in the way she is.
But I'm trying my damnest to find out.
Which means putting my human limitations to one side, and just being as one with the process.
Night of 39
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I am not racist, so don't even, but what the fuckity fuck fuck?
34 milllion for a Festival?
What about more money for our Child Poverty, Elderly, Youth Suicide and Mental Health?
Not to mention the basic cost of living which is non-sustainable for a lot of families.
Talk about buying fucking votes.
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Morning of 40
This has been a truly bizarre day.
For future reference, when I am in the middle of a cluster fuck, especially one not of my making, do not, I repeat, DO NOT, say to me, Could you please be reasonable about this...
That phrase is guaranteed to make me lose my shite in under 3 seconds.
And while I'm having a what not, all mistakes are not created equal.
If you are seeing all these red flags, and choosing to ignore them, this mistake is going to hurt you.
In fact, depending on the amount, and for the sake of this conversation, let's say that there have been triple figures here, some mistakes will change the Soul DNA of who you are, and the whole direction of your life.
In a way that will take your breath away in its devastation.
Just saying.
Belle night of 40 - due to mud everywhere, rain, more mud, and lots more rain, I am now no longer able to see if any positive change is happening in Belles wound.
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Jeez it's quiet without the young one.
Fuck knows why he thinks he's a stallion, but there you go, he does.
And acts like it.
He is always looking out for predators, keeping an eye out for all babes, whether human or horse and does not care whether they belong here or not, is either getting up to mishief, thinking of the next lot or just hanging out watching me, seeing what I'm up to.
Before he gets up to more mischief.
Seriously, he's one horse with game.
And Cappy, when I call him for breakfast or dinner is like, Is it actually in my bin? 'Cause it's a bit wet, and there's a big wind, so if you're still mucking around and will be another 15 minutes...
I hear you, bud, the weather is crapola.
In fact, the Harbour Bridge has just been shut again due to wind.
And rain.
Again.
I can't even see Belles wound now, and not because it's not there, it's because there is so much mud it is literally unseeable.
Morning of 41
Close up - so you too can see what I can't see
Night of 41
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Belle morning of 42 - 6 weeks to the day since she hurt herself.
There is so much mud here now that I've decided to leave both paddocks open full time.
Night of 42
Belles original wound 6 weeks to the day...and right now Night of 42
We have had so much mud and rain that I am way past the, Oh yeah! We're doing well stage.
Because, honestly, I couldn't tell you. I can say that she is walking well, chasing everyone and generally moving well.
There is no swelling or limping.
And that's it.
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I notice in the NZ Herald yesterday, that Food banks are needing $10,000 more food per month, and the interest rates are about to go up again.
How can New Zealand Powers-That-Be still say that we are doing ok?
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Belle morning of 43
There is so much mud, I have no idea how everyone is going to cope in winter if this continues. I woke up to heavy rain again this morning. I've lost count of how many days the rain has come.
However, keeping both paddocks open seems to be working extremely well.
Night of 43
And on the, The Truth always comes out, do you remember when I stopped smoking and packed on the weight?
We know now that my cortisol levels were through the roof, my Thyroid was very under-active and I had Adrenal Fatigue.
And when I went to that stupid Hormone Specialist she told me, Eat less, exercise more and take Anti-depressants.
Which we now know was the biggest load of shite. Anti-depressants put on weight and when the Adrenals/Cortisol levels are out eating less doesn't work, because your body processes food wrong, and exercises stresses out the body and causes you to make more Cortisol, putting on more weight.
So it was stupid, stupid advice.
But what do you know?
I was talking to someone today who saw the same Hormone Specialist with the (mostly) same symptoms (she was over-active Thyroid) and was told to take Anti-depressants too.
We both said, No.
One of us more politely than the other.
We both also had Mothers who had serious Thyroid issues, of which she took no notice.
So...the question is, How many women did she put on Anti-depressants who didn't just not need them, but through taking them, became worse?
And she's still fucking working.
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Belle morning of 44 - again, woke up to rain, but it cleared pretty quick and turned into a beautiful day.
Night of 44
Fuck knows.
On a lighter note, I saw my Cranial Osteopath today, and as she was working I said, Can you just move things round a bit please, my body's holding on and everything's a bit blocked.
Then again later, Have you moved everything around yet?
In a quiet voice she said, Everything was a bit sluggish, but it's fine now.
I left.
I had to cancel all my afternoon appointments and it took me an hour and 45 minutes to feed out.
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Belle morning of 45 - sorry about the light, it was weird this morning.
Close up
Night of 45
The last two days I have been giving our Blended oil and Pure Ascorbic Vitamin C twice a day.
Only because Energy never stays the same, and I wasn't seeing noticeable results after all that rain. So, working on the theory that an infection is only ever 7 degrees of separation away from me, I banged Belle up.
Just to be safe.
But she is moving extremely well round the place and seems happy.
So that's a win.
And talking about that, it's Karaka Baby Sales today and tomorrow.
I'd forgotten how much I love the sales, and even though it was quiet today, the busy day is tomorrow, I'm always where I should be, talking to the people that I should be.
Things have started to be put into place for Mumma's next baby. Very, very early stages, but the very start of it has begun.
And I'm super pleased with my babies at home.
I chose a good stallion for both of them, for my Mumma. One of the other stallions I was quite keen on is leaving little ones.
That wouldn't have been a good fit for us, although his babies are lovely to look at, super cute and beautiful personalities.
And on a completely random note: Nana (who has passed) always said to me that I needed to be friends with one of the peeps she had known for years.
And I kept saying to her that it was a No-go.
But she kept banging on about it and I tried, in every way I could to get a friendship going.
And it was a dismal failure, every single time.
I kept saying to her, He's ashamed of something he does in the dark.
And she would poo-poo me, and tell me I was being ridiculous.
Consistently I would say back, The only reason a man acts like that is because he's ashamed.
And I saw him again today. Same result.
But I swear, hand on hoof, it is impossible to be friends with someone who's nightly prayer starts with:
Can you make that terrible witchy woman have horrible horses....
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That's been our week and overall, we seem to be doing ok, but you know, that's open to interpretation, literally, only time will tell.
Kissy hugs
Caps, me (T - she/her), Spirit, Az, Ralph, Chew, Suz, and of course, my beautiful Mumma Bear, Belle and Boo-ba-licious, Pat, Chuck, Rose, Pepper, Shelley, Marmite, Geraldine, Milli, Bessie, Raz, Sugar, Butter, Cookie and Cinammon, and the cows, Mickey, Mikey and Moose.
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