November 25, 2023: Sick as a Dog
I wonder where this phrase came from. Most of the dogs I know have been amazingly healthy. They get old, they die. Now goats, how come the phrase isn’t, “sick as a goat?” The goats we’ve had have gotten sick, then sicker, then sicker. We learned our lesson when we brought Rover to live in our kitchen addition. He got thinner and thinner, wouldn’t eat. And one day he died. Ranger kept eating when he was sick, but he got increasingly thinner. |
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Horses. I’m not going there. The subject is too close to my heart, particularly now with the wildly fluctuating temperatures and possibility of rain. It’s a crap shoot, deciding whether or not to blanket them. Humans, sick as a dog. Right now, I fit into this category. It’s as if my body’s systems are all askew. There is probably a better way of saying this, but I don’t know what it is. I have come up with a term, one that I use to tell Pete when things go haywire: I call it taking inventory. Right now, top to bottom, I feel congested like I either have a cold coming on, or I have the flu. My throat is sore. My lower back, where the S.I. joint is, is hurting. The phrase that has come to mind is, “everything is going haywire all at once. I know that my feeling ill has been exacerbated by stress. Pete, Robert, and I went to Anchorage today to get books at Title Wave. We did get the books, about thirty boxes, 12 boxes of children’s books. And after, Pete, Robert, and I did the initial sort. I was appreciative because this is going to save me a lot of time this upcoming week. Tomorrow is Sunday and I am going to make this a day of rest. If I’m up for it, I will get the horses out. I opted to go to Anchorage instead of a ride because I felt so crappy. I am hoping that I feel better after a good night’s sleep. Hope, sometimes I believe in it. |
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