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!
These three items mean one thing. I am poorly, sick and bad. I’ve been fighting something off for weeks it seems. Today it floored me…
My head feels like it’s full of cotton wool, my chest is tight and I am with snot. I am utterly delightful.
I withdrew from the Arena Eventing I’d entered. I got Buddy covered. I dragged myself to the shop for supplies. I snuggled on the sofa shivering. The twig burner was lit. There were tears. There were cuddles from Bert. There was snooker too. Not my finest day I’ll grant you.
These three items were the childhood remedies I grew up with. For seemingly any ailment one of them would work. Of course back then, the lucozade came in orange cellophane. The soup has enough colouring to turn your pee orange. And the Lemsip didn’t cost nearly £7!!
I know it’s just a bug. But right now, I’m not loving it. Normal service will be resumed soon I’m sure. Till then, more rest and sleep for me…
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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