compy | Finally, a letup in a brutal week

With lupus there are good days and bad days.

and sometimes, a bad week.

Today is the first time in a week that I can take a step without gritting my teeth. I'm gonna hope that part of this was a change in meds and that we'll get that straightened out. Meanwhile, I'm about to get back on the elliptical and see how much I can do. After a week off, I won't aim for 45 minutes, but I hope to hit 20.

In other news, my face is healing.
Four weeks after being kicked in the head, my eyebrow looks like this:

I will have another scar, but ... what else is new?

Yesterday, Idjit finally got the tail-up, buck-fart-kick turnout that he was spoiling for when I had my close encounter with his hoof.

Doesn't look much like an old arthritic horse in these pictues, does he?

Then he went back to being his normal pocket-pony self, mugging me for carrots.

Finally, a letup in a brutal week

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