keeperofthehorses
Well-Known Member
Well, my toothache turned out to be a little more involved than a lost filling. One of my wisdom teeth had cracked and abscessed and I put off getting it looked at a little too long. (I think I've mentioned my complete fear of dentists here before). So I'm now 25% less wise. Throw in the painkillers and I'm a slobbering idiot.
Anyway, hubby has had to do barn chores for me since Tuesday night. I wrote everything down for him and drew maps of what feed was in which bins, explained the color-coded buckets, etc. He objected at first ("Why can't I just throw hay and call it good? Those horses are too spoiled.") but then I reminded him of the cost of the last colic (my whole life revolves around my horses' intestines now).
The first night, he called his buddy over to help. Came in all cocky and said, "That's not so bad." I was too doped up to strangle him. I tried to mutter 'Bite Me', but he couldn't understand what I was saying with all the gauze in my mouth and replied, "I love you too." The gauze buffered my reply to that too.
Well, last night he had to do it all by himself. He came dragging in, soaking wet (once the ice thawed), and said to me with the most sincere look in his eyes, "THAT is too much for one person to do alone in this weather. You will NEVER do all that alone again. I'm helping you from now on."
Between the painkillers making me a ninny, and the chores being so dang hard on my own the last two weeks, I was so relieved, and touched that I started to cry. That hurt my jaw, so I cried some more.
I've always figured that the horses are my thing and my responsibility, so I've never asked for help, even though I've really needed it since everything froze over. So now I have help! AND he's talking about installing a hot water heater in the tack room for mixing up beet pulp and thawing ice. Woohooo! Might just have to go get the rest of my wisdom teeth yanked and see what happens!
Anyway, hubby has had to do barn chores for me since Tuesday night. I wrote everything down for him and drew maps of what feed was in which bins, explained the color-coded buckets, etc. He objected at first ("Why can't I just throw hay and call it good? Those horses are too spoiled.") but then I reminded him of the cost of the last colic (my whole life revolves around my horses' intestines now).
The first night, he called his buddy over to help. Came in all cocky and said, "That's not so bad." I was too doped up to strangle him. I tried to mutter 'Bite Me', but he couldn't understand what I was saying with all the gauze in my mouth and replied, "I love you too." The gauze buffered my reply to that too.
Well, last night he had to do it all by himself. He came dragging in, soaking wet (once the ice thawed), and said to me with the most sincere look in his eyes, "THAT is too much for one person to do alone in this weather. You will NEVER do all that alone again. I'm helping you from now on."
Between the painkillers making me a ninny, and the chores being so dang hard on my own the last two weeks, I was so relieved, and touched that I started to cry. That hurt my jaw, so I cried some more.
I've always figured that the horses are my thing and my responsibility, so I've never asked for help, even though I've really needed it since everything froze over. So now I have help! AND he's talking about installing a hot water heater in the tack room for mixing up beet pulp and thawing ice. Woohooo! Might just have to go get the rest of my wisdom teeth yanked and see what happens!