Punkin Works For Her Dinner

 Day 26 

I suppose I had my answer. I thought to myself. Just a few minutes ago I had felt my abdomen starting to swell, then my thighs. Soon there was a horrible feeling of tight crawling up my back. It ran into my shoulders, then my neck. Right after I could feel the all to familiar pressure building up in my head. 

Crap. I thought to myself as I could feel the tissue of lips getting puffy as my chest tightened and breathing became difficult. 

In that moment all I could think about was how grateful I was that the last bit of wheat I will probably ever eat in my life was really good pizza. I ran to the pharmacy for Benadryl and Ibuprofen.  

I have known for years that I was munching wheat on borrowed time.

After work I took a trip to the groceries store and started my routine label check again. It has been so nice not to read the labels meticulously on everything for the past few years, but that is what saved me in the past and wheat shows up in everything. 

If I’m lucky maybe I will lose the 50 pounds of weight I have left out of the 70+ pounds I’ve gained in these wonderful food filled years of being a wheat eater.

The drying she was almost out of horse feed meaning it was time to go get more grass to put in it. I decided to head over to the neighbors field with scythe, rake and 6 nets to fill.

Leaving the now full nets in the field in groups of 2 I took the scythe and rake backup the hill to our house and tacked up Punkin. I set my smartwatch to Valkyrie, we dropped Tonka off in the arena and went to go pick up the nets. 

It was a little tense at first, enough to say I’m grateful that I had the good sense to dedicate our first medal to groundwork. But, as soon as she figured out she could reach behind her to grab her now portable snacks she felt much better. I guess it’s not so bad if the annoying things strapped to your body are edible. 

Finally finished, we got the nets off her body and set them outside the drying tent then we went back to let Tonka out of the arena. 

Tonka met us next to the shelter in the paddock. He had let himself out on account of we might have forgotten him and he didn't want to be left out. Tonka has never really felt that the laws of fencing applied to him. 

I came back inside. Thank goodness it’s Friday night because it was nearly 10:00. Horse o’clock heads taken up the entire evening, the house work time and some of the writing time. 

Having made big plans with myself to start getting the writing room set up, I brought my favorite chair up into my favorite room and parked it right beside the window. As my fingers licked the keyboard I could hear the horses outside making their horse noises. Looking up the walls are bare with nothing but soft light to comfort me as I write late into the night. 

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