Dream Visitors

Shortly after I wrote yesterday's post, I got really sick again. I ended up spending the rest of the day in bed. Every time I tried to get up, I felt like passing out. I called my doctor last night in tears, and, thankfully, she was able to work me into her schedule today. (I love my doctor!)

I went to her office this morning and she wanted me to have IV fluids. It wasn't so bad, really. I had a warm blanket, a heater and a very kind nurse that brought me mini-cupcakes! There's no way I'd ever turn down cupcakes for breakfast!

Why, yes I did take pictures!

My doctor is having me cut back on my Cowden Protocol--an herbal treatment I am taking for my chronic Lyme disease. I also had lots of blood work done. I've had a really tough few days, but my friends keep reminding me that I'm pretty tough. I know that this is just a bump in the road, and--hard as it is--I'm trying not to lose perspective on that. 

I was so sad yesterday that I wasn't able to make it out to see my horse, Fjóla, but then I was blessed with the most incredible dream last night--not only about Fjóla, but also about my old horse, Shiloh. Shiloh came to me and galloped me away from all my worries and pain. We galloped as fast as we could, until she began to grow tired. Then her friend Fjóla came to take over Shiloh's job of taking care of me. Fjóla's job was to go at a much slower pace--through the thick branches and steep, dangerous, rocky terrain. I woke with peace in my heart; I always did know horses were magic!

Aly and Shiloh, a handful of years ago