The post I planned to put up today is going to simmer a tad bit longer. Had a routine MRI which called for a routine Ativan, and I'm not in good form. Something about being all sedated and in an enclosed machine had me feeling spooked even though I had no reason. My thoughts turned to our horses and how much they trust us (to varying extents).
A dental float - an act of caring - seems invasive. An act of betrayal - being asked to step onto a trailer like so many show days, trail ride weekends - feels routine. They never truly know what is intended for them. In a world of such uncertainty, I'd spook because the mounting block had been moved, too.
