08/18/2026
Theyāre baaaaaack (temporarily) and I made a poor choice which I will share at the end of this message.
If you all remember, we helped Cotton Branch Refuge Project rehome pigs from a terrible hoarding case in November of 2024. Lexi Worth adopted three of those piggies. She and her family are on vacation and we enthusiastically agreed to watch mama pig and her three babies for two weeks. We are so happy to see that the piggies are just THRIVING with Lexi and her fam. They are so sweet and they look amazing. We are loving getting to spend time with them again.
Now for the āfunnyā part. š
We decided to spoil the little pigs by giving them the entire back pasture. It is filled with ragweed and other weeds that pigs LOVE to chow down on. I wish our big pigs could hang out back there but the fences arenāt secure enough to hold them and they prefer doing whatever they wantā¦. Which is not staying in fences.
Something you really donāt need to know about me (but I will tell you anyways), is that I used to be *very* allergic to ragweed. When we moved to the farm, I was so inundated with ragweed that my ragweed allergies went away and I no longer needed my inhaler or allergy meds. No runny nose. No sniffles. No asthmaā¦.so I thought.
I went to visit with the little pigs this morning and decided to walk around in their pasture which is filled with ragweed. Correction. It is filled with giant ragweed that comes up to my thigh.
About 20 minutes after doing this, I started to get extremely dizzy and light headed. My breathing wasnāt great. I had a headache.
I thought to myself, surely this isnāt the ragweed. I donāt have ragweed allergies anymore so SURELY this isnāt the ragweed. Iām not sneezing so it canāt be that.
Baby Goose kept me up a lot last night so I tried to convince myself that maybe I was just really tired. ((Side quest story: Baby Goose is starting to be able to walk. We are incredibly excited about this. Itās a huge deal. Unfortunately for us all, sleeping in her chair is not as good as sleeping in our bed. Do you know how many times I had to reposition Baby Goose back in her chair last night? No? Me either because I was half asleep while doing it but it was at least 5 times)).
Back to our regularly scheduled story: I went back inside. I was sure that this was the end for me. I took an Allegra and other random meds and decided to go back to sleep. Prior to going back to sleep, I texted my little sister and made her promise to take over the farm and make sure all of my animals were safe. My sister is no stranger to me deciding I am dying so she just agreed to appease me. I went back to sleep.
I woke up after an hour, it was worse. I wanted to take a Benadryl but they knock me out cold for hours. I had big plans of getting better after my nap Benadryl was going to ruin those plans. I took another Allegra and went back to sleep.
*For some unexplainable reason I was still trying to convince myself that this wasnāt the ragweed.*
I slept longer. I woke up. It was worse.
But again, I told myself this wasnāt the ragweed.
At this point, Jordan was like-too bad, youāre taking a Benadryl.
I took the Benadrylā¦ā¦ā¦and what do you know, it WAS the ragweed. I am currently mostly better but Baby Goose and I are falling asleep as we type this.
Long story short, Jordan will be the one going in the little pigsā pasture and I will be digging my inhaler out of the bathroom drawer.
Being stubborn today has really not served me well.
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