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The last week was the sort I knew was going to trigger a major flare. I was right. Am in serious pain today.
I did a week's worth of work in two days last week because I had to go out of town for a funeral. Drove over three hours Thursday (driving is guaranteed to trigger a flare) to get to the funeral. Then another hour driving around following the cop who lead the funeral procession. I swear to Pete he must have been being paid by the mile. He lead us all over the county before we got to the cemetery. Loaded my truck with firewood that night. Then drove home again on Friday. The return trip took close to four hours because I had to go slow with the firewood in the back.
Yesterday was a full day at the barn, farrier in the morning (didn't help that two of the horses were buttheads and dragged me around the barn. Cleaned stalls. Cleaned the sheaths of all three male horse (you don't wan to know the details if you don't know what that means). And gave the dog a bath.
I am dead today. I swear even my hair hurts. I have to unload the firewood from the truck. I suspect I'm just going to push it out of the bed and stack it some other time. Also have to finish bringing stuff in from the truck. I let most everything in it Friday when I got home. Besides that I'm not doing a dang thing today. House can stay dirty. Clothes can wait to be washed. I knew while I was pushing myself I was going to pay. Well, today is a day to take care of me.
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