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Ms. Dee's Centaurization Journal: April 26, 1998 | |
Day 4 as a Centaur |
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WWWCentaur Board Posting # 1111
The following posting was made on April 26, 1998.
Hi everybody!
Whee!
I think I'm going to like being a centaur.
There were still some doubts earlier this afternoon. Thinking back, those doubts were caused by the fact that I hadn't truly let myself be a centaur since I changed.
On Day One I was too busy with my mental and physical recovery from the centaurization process. Having members of the E-team there all day meant that I didn't have any alone time in which to recharge my mental batteries. I also spent a lot of time learning how to put my hooves down so I didn't trip over them.
Day Two was a repeat of Day One with the added excitement of 'Anita's' accident followed by a lengthy series of tests and medical scanning.
Day Three was the rest of the medical scanning followed by a lot of sleeping and recovery from staying up all night.
On Day Four, Sunday, I actually got some rest. With the rest came time to think and make sure that my head was screwed on tight.
Rest and meditation told me that something was off but it didn't provide any answers.
Playing 'live model' for my wife and daughters helped a little by reminding me that I'm now female. The loss of the 'milk delivery system' has thrown me off. Down underneath everything I'm still male, at least mentally. For the most part. As much as I've ever been.
The breakthrough came a couple of hours ago.
Prior to that I had been in the barn with my wife and daughters. My tail had been neatly braided and my mane had been tied with brightly colored ribbons. I was topless because they had just cut a duct tape reinforced tee-shirt off me in preparation for pattern making.
My son came dashing into the barn to say that 'Arnold,' my veterinarian, was at the gate with his ambulance trailer demanding that I go to his veterinary clinic. He had thought of some tests that needed to be run while the clinic was virtually closed for the weekend.
After grabbing the keys to the gate, he left the barn at a run.
"I better get my sweatshirt," I told my wife.
"Why not go as you are?" she suggested.
"Yeah," agreed my eldest daughter. "It's not like you have anything to hide."
"Doesn't 'Arnold's' clinic have a drive-in entrance for really sick livestock?" asked my youngest daughter.
"She's right," stated my wife. "We used it the last time we were there."
"That's enough," I said, giving up because I knew my position was hopeless. "I'll go as is."
Ten minutes later my wife and I were in the ambulance trailer while the kids were in the truck with 'Arnold.' Forty minutes after that we were at his veterinary clinic.
About half of the E-team members were waiting for us. Oddly enough, they weren't armed with their usual array of pocket protectors, calculators, tape recorders, probes and other techno toys.
"We'll be running the tests in the exercise area," 'Arnold' said as I carefully walked down the ramp from the ambulance trailer.
"Excuse me, I've got to go," I said when I realized that I was about to drop a load of manure on the hospital clean concrete floor. I had made some progress at being housebroken. I now had a five to ten second warning that things were on their way out.
I trotted through the extra tall, extra wide double doors and into the sawdust of the arena where I managed to empty both bowels and bladder without soiling my tail or legs. (Progress!) My family and the E-team joined me not long after I finished relieving myself.
"Ready for testing," 'Arnold' asked.
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," I answered, feeling proud of myself.
"Good," he said. "We'll start with basic vital stats while the rest of the team gets to their stations. Then we'll begin the tests."
"Okay," I drawled. I was a little nervous because I had no idea of what was going to happen after the vital stats were taken.
Basic stats for this type of testing were temperature (Mouth, armpit, rectum), pulse (Human and equine), blood pressure (human and equine) and respiration. By the time that was over the E-tram was in place.
"And now for the first of the tests," 'Arnold' said, pulling out a stop watch. "One lap around the arena at a trot. Now move it little lady."
'Arnold' actually swatted me on the hindquarters like you would a horse.
That began the most strenuous exercise I've done in my life.
It was WONDERFUL.
Once I got going, my foalishly awkward legs lost their awkwardness and I found that I could run like the wind. The cornering that threw me the other day became a natural movement where I used my torso to my advantage. It felt good to have my mane and tail flying. I soon lost track of everything except the sawdust ahead of me and the occasional command to trot, canter, change leads or circle the barrels.
'Arnold' interrupted my reverie by calling me in for a vital stat check. I was lathered but feeling great.
"Did you enjoy yourself Misty?" he asked while he took my pulse.
"Yes," I said. "What else do I have to do?"
"Stand still a moment," he said. He quickly finished taking the vital stats, recording them in a little memo book.
"The next step is to walk yourself cool," 'Arnold' stated. "Now get moving."
The short break made me aware that I was a little tired and thirsty. 'Arnold's' advice reminded me that I had to deal with the body of a foal that had been worked hard.
It took three laps before I felt that I was cool enough for the next phase. 'Arnold' confirmed my feeling with his vital stat data.
"What's next?" I asked.
'Arnold' grinned. "How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Good," I said. "Very, very good. Give me a few hours rest and I'll be ready to do it again."
"I thought so," said 'Arnold.' "As your vet I recommend that you get a lot more exercise. I suspect from the look on your face that you enjoyed it more than you're admitting."
I laughed. "A lot more. I just wish we had an arena like this at home. I think that I've been inhibited by the need to hide."
"That's that 'Anita' thought," 'Arnold' said. "Now get your tail in the trailer so I can get you home before you fall asleep on your ... hooves."
"But I'm not tired," I said, yawning.
I don't remember much after that. I think I curled up on the floor of the trailer and slept until we reached the house. Then I woke up enough to check the board and write this.
It was WONDERFUL running in the shelter of that riding arena.
Ms. Dee
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