Cole’ – I got to keep my friend

In 2004 more than 50 almost grape-sized hives covered my only horse. She scratched each new lump until they all bled. I tried bug sprays, fly sheets, and itch creams. Nothing gave her relief. The vet’s advice was, “try steroids, they might work for one season. Then sell her up north where the bugs aren’t so bad.”
While I was trying to decide what to do I ran across my first natural horse care information. Desperate for something to let me keep my friend I tried it. Overnight my mare went from scratching her skin off to being comfortable. Two days later the welts were smaller than peas. It worked year after year and I got to keep my friend!
As she got older she got stiff with a mild lameness in her front feet. I tried natural trimming, chiropractic, acupuncture, and massage. Still I never knew which days she would be lame, sound, or ‘off.’
Two weeks after starting her first personalized program she led my herd up to be fed, trotting freely for the first time in years. Her coat, which had never been bad, blossomed into a slick, glossy, healthy sheen.

The preimum package, which Cole’ is on, can be found here.

Looking Healthy

I do a fairly good impression of being a healthy, introverted, if somewhat lazy, 20-something. There are only three things wrong with that impression. I am not healthy, I am not an introvert, and I am not lazy.


When I tell my healthy friends I have energy-related health problems that prevent me from doing something I get a handful of standard responses. “What do you have?” is the most common question. To which I usually reply that I have been repeated diagnosed by my many doctors with either, “Hmm, that’s interesting,” or “I haven’t seen anything like it before,” often followed by a joke about the uselessness of the diagnosis. The most common statement is, “You don’t look sick.” My glib response follows along the lines of “Thank you. I try to keep it that way.” If they ask why I won’t do something, I tell the spoon story by Christine Miserandino. She talks about Lupus, something I don’t have, but the principle of watching an internal energy meter is the same.


I am a sick extrovert who knows the drawbacks of acting like one. I love going places and doing things with friends. I don’t like getting somewhere and not having the energy to carry my end of a conversation, let alone something heavier.  I love wearing fun clothes. I don’t like the constant small drain of having to think about sitting in a pencil skirt, making sure a scoop neck sits right, or the many other little things that need to be done to wear something more complicated that a t-shirt and jeans. I love fairs and talking to new people I may never see again. I don’t like barely being able to drag myself out of bed for the week or more afterward.


I am often assumed to be lazy or to lack goals or determination. I am not lazy; I choose to do what I can and not wear myself out. I will let others do things I physically could accomplish. Housekeeping is not as important as eating. I will set up situations so I will not be asked to volunteer for extra work or will find a way to do the same thing with half the effort. I plan out every move in advance from the tiny stuff like taking a shower, to the job, education, accolades, and health I would like in five years (although it may take me closer to seven years). I have to make sure each step burns as little energy for as much benefit as possible. I am determined. Determination is sometimes all that gets me through a lesson on a bad week. Determination is that I show up to the few commitments I do make. Determination says I will take the next step in the plan even if that next step is tiny. I may be going so slow no one can see progress, but I won’t quit.


With the initial impression broken of being healthy, introverted, and lazy; I am sick, but not fragile. I do what I can because I am motivated and will not stop.


Who are you and what do people see?