The Imperfect Storm

Well, in good news, my feet aren't feeling so bad now.

Mother poked me with some things, twice in my big neck vein (with something that sounded like banana but sure didn't look like a banana), and, well, a temperature check. I do feel a lot better, although frankly I don't think the temperature check helped at all.

I have been stuck in the stall forever now, with no grass, and she hasn't given me a Mrs. Pastures in days. I don't really understand what is going on, but I really want to go outside, especially now that I feel back to normal.

Mother and the Aunts are trying to figure out why my feet hurt. They are speculating that I have developed IR; I'd never heard of it, but I have heard a lot about it in the last days, let me tell you. Mother was always harping about my weight and how important it was for me to be not so plump, but I just thought she was overly judgmental. Now I realize why...

They also said how horses with chronic pain are more likely to develop IR, and maybe I  have been straining my bad leg with my red mare herd duties of late... Plus, I admit I am carrying a bit more weight than is strictly required. Oh, and I do have a very handsome, arched neck. Mother says things that were an advantage to my ancestors living in the badlands of North Dakota aren't so good here in constant-food-supply domestic life.

Well, whatever. I feel better, honest. So why can't I go out now with my herd on the grass? Where are my Mrs. Pastures?