It was a good weekend...sort of.
The saddle was set onto Quiet Storm's back last week, and Saturday I brought a long piece of fabric out, tying it around her middle to simulate a girth. She didn't mind, standing tied while I worked with Sunny a bit before being led around.
Sunny made an huge decision. She let me touch her right side! And not just a brief touch, either. I scratched under her mane, on her withers, and part way down her back. I was on an incredible high.
Yesterday morning, Mother's Day, I began feeling tingling in my arm, pain in my chest and upper back, and feeling just a bit nauseous. It was 4:45 am when I got City Boy up and had him take me to the ER. They found nothing with the EKG, but the results of a stress test this past Thursday looked 'mildly abnormal', they told me, so they wanted to do an angiogram.
The results were good, my arteries are 'beautiful'. But...no lifting or anything else for five days. FIVE days! I'm devestated, of course, because I don't want to lose that time with Sunny. But since there's an incision opening into an artery, I suppose I'm going to have to do as they say. Wouldn't do anyone any good for me to bleed to death after all this, eh?