Responsiblity.
Responsibility is defined as moral, legal, or mental accountability. Dealing with the horses, as I've stated in the past, is a responsibility that I'd been given recently. That is, I, with Karl's help, have been putting them out in the morning, cleaning stalls, putting them in at night, and feeding them, occasionally making up their grain. Yesterday, they were already out when I got there.
On the whole, I have few responsibilities. Mostly, I deal with the horses and keep Karl on his studies and our room cleaned and such. When the horses were already out, I didn't think much of it, because we're not the only ones that deal with the horses.
Today, they were still in when I got there. I nearly started crying, I was so happy. I had thought, apparently, that the responsibility might be removed. I need to feel useful and, in general, the only place I am useful is with the horses... I need that responsibility or I think I may go mad. I've been having a hard time of it, I don't need it to be any worse...
A friend of mine, Cary, has decided that I need to have my knee looked at, because it's been hurting since I started riding. I haven't ridden in the past few days because of that. I'm thinking that I will have to put the stirrups up four notches, instead of three, and hopefully that will start me using my outer muscles instead of my poor knee. I don't want to go to the doctor, but it's a knee specialist and I finally might be able to find out what's wrong with my knee. Cary might even push me to get official health care, as I have none. If I require surgery, I won't be able to afford it, even with health insurance. I dunno what to do. Karl agrees with Cary and it's now out of my hands. I'm happy about that, because it means it will get done. How will I pay for this, you ask? Cary. He told me I should go. I said I can't afford it. He said, "I'm paying for it, you're going; Karl tell her she's going." Quoth Karl, "You're going."
Signed, *paw-print*
On the whole, I have few responsibilities. Mostly, I deal with the horses and keep Karl on his studies and our room cleaned and such. When the horses were already out, I didn't think much of it, because we're not the only ones that deal with the horses.
Today, they were still in when I got there. I nearly started crying, I was so happy. I had thought, apparently, that the responsibility might be removed. I need to feel useful and, in general, the only place I am useful is with the horses... I need that responsibility or I think I may go mad. I've been having a hard time of it, I don't need it to be any worse...
A friend of mine, Cary, has decided that I need to have my knee looked at, because it's been hurting since I started riding. I haven't ridden in the past few days because of that. I'm thinking that I will have to put the stirrups up four notches, instead of three, and hopefully that will start me using my outer muscles instead of my poor knee. I don't want to go to the doctor, but it's a knee specialist and I finally might be able to find out what's wrong with my knee. Cary might even push me to get official health care, as I have none. If I require surgery, I won't be able to afford it, even with health insurance. I dunno what to do. Karl agrees with Cary and it's now out of my hands. I'm happy about that, because it means it will get done. How will I pay for this, you ask? Cary. He told me I should go. I said I can't afford it. He said, "I'm paying for it, you're going; Karl tell her she's going." Quoth Karl, "You're going."
Signed, *paw-print*