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!
Today saw the return of tape at camp. This time in a different position. When we were in Scone, Bert accidentally wrenched my shoulder when I tripped over him. Kelly treated it on Thursday when she came out to me. Apparently I’ve done something to my deltoid. Whatever that is?! Anatomy isn’t my strong point.
As she was a camp doing treatments, I asked her if she could give it a bit of extra support before my jumping lesson this afternoon. It had been a bit twingy in my flat lesson, so better to be safe.
My body had definitely responded to her treatments (and elbows). It was the first time she’d seen me ride since my rider assessment. She definitely felt there was improvement.
Speaking of improvements, there were lots in both of our lessons today. Buddy is getting better and better. I just love my little boy.
The Baby Sprocker has had a wonderful day too charging round the forest and car park. My boys really do make me smile. In fact, being at camp does too.
It was might have been a rough night weather-wise, but Toby kept me snug and dry. Even if he was rocking a bit in the wind. I’m snuggled up in the Luton. Yes I know it’s 9pm. Camp is tiring you know…
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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