Cancel Group Chat

I’ve been playing around with that little chat program, trying to get it customized and ready for its debut, and today learned that it actually doesn’t work that great.  When you are typing your comment or response, you are halfway through your sentence before the first letter appears in the input window.  What’s more, you don’t learn this until you’ve invested a considerable amount of time waiting for everything to load.  I thought it was just glich on my comp, but it does it on my hubby’s comp, too.  So any forseeable chat plans are canceled until I can find a free program that actually works.

Can’t Sleep… Death Rattle Going On

So when do you decide your cold is actually the flu?  I’ve read a bunch of sites on this issue, but this could still go either way.  The last few times I had the flu, my temp was well over 101 degrees, but my temp has only gotten that high a few times this go around and went right back down to the usual 99.5 degrees within the hour.  Also, I’ve been breaking out in these soaking sweats and my temp will actually drop down to a perfectly normal 98.6 degrees.  Oddly enough, I know to check this because I start chilling.  Who breaks out in a sweat at 99.5?  And why does a normal temp make my teeth chatter?  Oh I hate my internal thermostat!

I had already made one post tonight and snuggled down into my bed to dream of my future riding adventures, but I couldn’t stop coughing.  I hear this “death rattle” in my chest but can’t for the life of me get it coughed up!  And it is making me about nuts!  I don’t think it is bronchitis because I just don’t have that burning thing going on when I take a deep breath.  I’ve had that a few times and it is something you don’t forget!  I’ve also had pneumonia once and the tell tale sign for that is extremely high fevers and the feeling of suffocating.  Negative on both those.  So I guess it is just a bad chest cold?  I might need to make another run to the pharmacy and give something else a try.  Right now I’m using Robitussin Cold and Cough during the day, Robitussin Cold and Cough Nightime Formula at night, oxymetazoline hydrochloride nasal spray, and sharing Mom’s hydrocodone before bedtime.  While I’m getting some relief with aches and such, I’m still producing enough mucous to sink the Titanic again.  Can you believe the amount of snot we humans can produce?  Two weeks ago I couldn’t produce enough moisture to wet my eyes and now there seems to be no drying me out.

I had promised myself not to whine about this cold.  After all that I deal with in terms of the chronic stuff, what’s a little cold, right?  Well, I’m sorry friends and neighbors, but this is getting ridiculous!  I first got sick last Saturday and now another Saturday has come and went and I’m STILL sick!  It will be time for another flare before I get over this crap!  And MAN the FRUSTRATION!  I actually rode in a car for three and 1/2 hours Thursday and only felt a tad stiff when I got home, which went away within a minute or two, with ABSOLUTELY NO RESIDUAL EFFECTS, but I couldn’t even enjoy that because my sinuses were freakin throbbing the whole day!  I haven’t had diarrhea or been constipated one day this week which usually means I can eat all that stuff I’ve been avoiding, but I can’t smell it or taste it!!  The weather has been gorgeous, my pain is almost non-existent, and I just feel too puny to leave my house. 

There!  At least I got something OFF my chest tonight.  Now if I could only get some stuff out of it!

Strike One with the Horse Venture?

I thought I had a brilliant plan this morning for getting some boarding lined up for my future horses!  In our county, the tax office has satellite images on their website for all the properties in their jurisdiction.  You simply type in your address and you are taken to an aerial map which you can move around to surrounding locations.  The real beauty is that it gives you the name and address of the parcel owner.  So I typed in my address and panned to the top-left and found the correct full name of Mr. Horse Owner!  Owen knew his first name, but wasn’t sure of the last.

I invested some time into writing a warm, somewhat funny, letter which I had planned to mail ASAP.  Then it hit me that today is Saturday and the mail had already been delivered so it would be Monday before my letter would be picked up and at least Tuesday before Mr. Horse Owner would get it.  I don’t have that kinda time!  Well, I do, actually.  But I certainly don’t have that kind of patience!  He, he.  So then I turned to yellowbook(dot)com and looked his number up.  There was a listing for him and I couldn’t help myself.  I practiced what I was going to say a couple of times and rang the number.  DRAT!  An answering machine!  I introduced myself as Owen’s wife and asked that he please return my call.

I was rather bummed at first.  Here I had gotten all worked up and went the extra mile to make things happen today and now this… waiting for him to return my call.  Maybe I should have just walked up there?  Now if I do, he’ll think I’m stalking him or something.  Just then… the phone rang!  The caller ID said H.O.!!  I took a moment to prepare and then let her rip! 

Tragically, H.O. has never boarded a horse for anyone and isn’t sure it is something he’d be willing to get into.  What’s more, he has the 9 horses in the field behind my house because his other pasture is not providing enough for them.  He actually rents the pasture from someone else for his cows so even when the horses get moved back into the main pasture, he will be moving more cows back in that field so scratch plan b, which was leasing it when he’s done.  However, H.O. didn’t say “NO” exactly.  He’s thinking of selling off some of his horses and that might leave him more open to the boarding idea.  He said to give him a couple of weeks and call him back.  You see, he had been injured this summer (first, three broken ribs then a torn acl) and apparently that has him struggling with things these days.  I had no idea, of course.  Don’t know that man that well.  While my gut tells me not to get my hopes up, my heart keeps saying, “He didn’t say no!  He didn’t say no!”