Welcome to blog! I started it in 2020 to chart my recovery from breaking my ankle (hence the name). I guess no-one saw a global pandemic coming. It's turned into a place where I can talk about the things happening in my life, my horse and my cats. Enjoy!
So it appears that my weird connection with the Olympics continues. When I had my first breakdown in 2008, or Pip blip as it’s now known, the Beijing Olympics were on. I became Team GB’s head cheerleader from my sofa. I cheered myself hoarse. I cried when they won. I cried when they lost. Basically there was lots of crying and shouting. You get the picture. But it distracted me from the insane thoughts in my head and gave me a reason to get up.
Roll round to London 2012 and I led the internal comms campaign within Aviva. We had events to celebrate it. I got to hold one of the torches. We had bunting (and who doesn’t love bunting) in every office – including the Belfast Office. Again I felt like Team GB’s head cheerleader as I encouraged everyone to be a part of it. Thankfully there was a lot more cheering and only a few tears.
Then there was Rio. This time I broke my little finger coming off Phoenix. So it was a little bit of a repeat of Beijing. Except more physical pain rather than emotional. I also became weirdly addicted to archery. Who knew it could be so exciting?!
And now. Well I’ve just turned on the TV to find that the Winter Youth Olympic Games are on. So I’m watching curling. Again weirdly addictive.
This summer sees Japan 2020, so fingers, toes (and eyes) crossed I can enjoy it without incident.
So 2020 was going to be my year. The year I got my life sorted after being served redundancy notice from my job in November 2019. The year I ticked off more things from my horsey bucket list. The year I got my mental health back under control and reduced stress in my life.
I had a plan. And it was a good one. Then the plan changed dramatically on 2 January. I came off my horse at speed and broke my ankle. Badly. Like all good equestrians, I got back on and rode back to the yard, sorted Buddy out and then drove myself to A&E. That’s where this journey really began...
I was sent home from A&E and told to crack on, only to receive a phone call later to say they’d missed a fracture (and a rather serious one at that). Whoops! So fracture clinic on 3 January, surgery on 5 January and home to recover.
I started this blog as a way to chart my recover back to the saddle. As I cleared clinics and competitions out of my diary and wondered what the next few months would bring, it's been a safe space for me to say how I'm feeling.
The new plan was to get a new job, to keep Buddy is kept ticking over and recover from my injury. Another good plan! I didn't expect a global pandemic, lockdown and all that happened in 2020.
This blog has changed over time but it's continued to be my safe space to share the things going on in my life, with Buddy and the cats. Enjoy!
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