Loud audible movements

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Now I am not one to moan, but whatever I have done to my ribs is seriously painful right now. I took Bert out for his constitutional this morning and wasn’t too bad. Till I bent down to pick up his poo…. That’s when the rather loud audible movements really kicked in!

Thank god there was no one around cause I was literally doubled over in pain moaning. That seems to be the most painful movement. Bending down to pick something up. Poor Bert was most concerned as I was stuck in a rather odd position not trying to cry.

He wasn’t happy that I couldn’t throw his toy for him as I couldn’t get down to pick it up. So we improvise with a game of ‘find it’ as he carried it about the fields.

He got a gold star today when a hare popped up about a foot way from him and ran off. I held my breath thinking he would be following after it. He was too busy playing with his toy.

I’m grateful to his training for that one. I’m also very grateful to a few wonderful liveries who’ve been mucking out Buddy for me. I’d got him covered over the weekend. And was just girding my loins to head there today when I got a photo saying he was done for me.

Then this gorgeous photo of my handsome little boy. I am very blessed to have such wonderful people in my corner.

I’ve got an appointment on Wednesday with a body worker to try and relieve whatever I’ve done. This is a new one on me! I wish I could tell you how I did it, but I’m honestly drawing a blank. Other than I’m a rather violent sneezer…

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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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