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As I sip my coffee and pop pills I realize I’m taking four supplements. Like some kind of filthy hippie.

I started my horse breeding program 20+ years ago with a $1000 stallion everyone was terrified of because he was mistreated and a $500 mare that was headed to the beef pen for chronic lameness. I had a dream to produce quality horses. I love the herd I’ve produced.

My young stallion BB and his glamour shot.

Django my old stallion waiting for breakfast. I love this old man dearly. ♥️

I woke up still fucking pissed off about the note for a Narcan RX in my medical chart. It’s a complete defamation of character. Still trying to figure out who in The Cleveland Clinic to yell at.

There was a note in my medical chart that the Dr needed to offer me an RX for Narcan. What. The actual. Fuck. Do they think my weight loss is heroine induced? I was shocked and offended beyond words. I don’t even know who to call and yell at.

The PA called off today. He probably read my chart. So I got to see a real MD! She was great. I think I will keep her.

If this PA even mentions fibromyalgia tomorrow I might need to bitch slap him. That’s a diagnosis of exclusion and I have a documented fluid filled cyst in the center of my spinal cord that spans 13 fucking vertebra. Could be a short visit ending in handcuffs.

Feeling stressed? Groom a horse. Feeling anxious? Talk to a horse Feeling sad? Hug a horse Self care at its finest

I have to see a new General Practitioner tomorrow. He’s a PA. I almost feel sorry for him.

My very own Emerald City. This is my happy place. ♥️

Watching the last of the leaves hold onto the tree for dear life in a stiff breeze. I feel you little guys. I feel you.

Now I guess I’m feeding a Pole Cat too. All are welcome Mr. Le Pew. All are welcome.

You can’t out attitude me motherfucker. Go get your shine box, you little prick.

Time for a chronic fatigue nap before I have to change that mare’s foot wrap tonight.

Still sore from yesterday, but it’s totally worth it to have relieved that mare’s suffering. “I’ll keep working As long as these two hands are fit to use”

You still mad bro? 🌊💙🌊💙

Pregnant Grandma was 3 legged lame and I barely got her in from the field. I dug a hoof abscess out of her back foot. It was a good squirter when I hit it. The relief on her face was obvious. So happy I could make her feel better. My body is paying the price. Totally worth it.

That triumphal arch should fit in his big fat ass right next to the ballroom.

Every time I see a new Bronco or Jeep I think it’s cute how they want so badly to be a classic LandRover Disco.