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!
I really wasn’t feeling today when I woke up. Culmination of a few very busy, very emotional weeks. And a lot of driving!
So I did something I rarely do. I let Bert out for his morning ablutions and crawled back under the duvet. Bert rarely sleeps on the bed. This morning I was reminded why. He’s a total bed hog! Worse than the kittens. We both must have drifted off though. Clearly I needed more sleep.
I booked myself an appointment to go and see my lovely chiro. She worked her magic and I was feeling more level again. Literally and metaphysically.
I was doing OK till I knocked my full barrow over while doing Maid Duty. That was the last straw. Again literally. I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, scream or give in. Think it was a combination of all of them. Sometimes you just have to let it all out.
At least by the time I got in the saddle, I’d regain my composure. Buddy doesn’t need a bawling emotional wreck on his back. That’s not fair on him. I went out with tears in my eyes and came back with a huge smile. My little boy is the best therapist I could have. He really is.
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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