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!
My feet are red raw, every fibre of my being is aching and I feel like I could sleep for days. I know I’m on the adrenaline comedown from another epic Conference.
One of my tasks is to dress the room for Gala Dinner. Well not personally, we have a fab company for that. I get to make the creative choice. This year it was Cadbury’s Purple and white. The tables looked incredible. I absolutely love these centrepieces. They look like flames. A wonderful coincidence given we had bit of a Traitors theme.
I joined a lot of very tired people at breakfast. Judging from the feedback, it seems everyone had a good time last night. Or should that be a flaming good time.
It takes months of planning, countless hours, a millions and one things to organise and a mammoth effort to pull off. I’m feeling so proud to have been part of it.
Having packed my stuff up and packhorsed my way to the car, I headed back to my Dad’s this morning. My car is a lot emptier than when I came down. I’ll head back home tomorrow. I’m very tired. I feel jet lagged. But then I did work for over 20 hours yesterday. I’m looking forward to seeing all my boys. And my bed…
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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