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!
It’s been one of those weeks in a few ways. One of those weeks where things that you thought you’d dealt with resurface. When emotions take over and you’re left feeling rather drained by it all.
It sounds dramatic I know. Just my stuff and I’m doing my best to work through it. There’s been a lot going on recently and I think it’s all catching up with me. As it does when you don’t give yourself time to recover.
I got to the yard and for the second day running Buddy was mucked out for me. So kind. Even though it was raining, we headed out for a ride with his field mate and his rider. His rider is a teenager, so there’s a bit of an age gap. But we chatted, giggled and braved the wind and rain.
Then when we got back, we trot raced our wheelbarrows down the road to poo pick. Needless to say, we were slower on the way back with barrows full of poo. We were still giggling. It’s one of the things I love about the horse world. Age isn’t a barrier. It’s the common love of horses that transcend everything.
Horse therapy was just what I needed today – without even realising it. Horses really do fill my soul in a way nothing else does. I’m definitely feeling more balanced again.
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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