Happy Birthday to The Boy....

It's The Boy's birthday. He's one year old today! He's growing into such a nice looking horse. As he sheds out his baby and winter coat, he's turning into a black mealy - which I love, love, love.

T and I moved the horses to a new boarding facility in April (we basically got kicked off of the farm she was renting after my accident). I love the new place. We've got an indoor arena, two outdoor arenas, a round pen, an indoor wash stall, trails for riding. Olliver has a run in shed in his paddock. He was turned out with Shadow, but pulled up lame with heat in his knee a week and a half ago, so we pulled Shadow out so he could heal. He just feels this overwhelming need to try to run around on three legs on keep hurting himself. So we took his buddy away to slow him down a bit. Dork. Kids. He's doing nicely now.

Healed...

I'm all better. All healed. Well...kinda sorta.

I'm done with cervical collar as of yesterday. I realized today just how much muscle power it takes to hold your head up. Because I have no muscle power in my neck right now. It's exhausting. But it will get better...just gotta build the stamina back up.

It's gonna be another 6 weeks until I get the all clear to ride again...but that's okay. I can work with Olliver again on his "good boy" lessons and that's the most important thing.

I've neglected the blog while I healed from my injuries...but I didn't want to waste my typing on a big ol' pity party about how bored and miserable I was. But a lot of changes have happened in the meantime.

I'll write about those soon....

J.

Healing....

I'm getting better. Much, much better. So much so, that if it wasn't for this darn cervical collar, I could almost forget that I crash landed off of Talon almost 3 weeks ago. I do get to see the spine doctor on Tuesday. He still wants to wait until 6 weeks out from the accident to take new x-rays, but I'm hoping to get reprieve from the collar. It sucks. Big time. It's uncomfortable. It makes me itch. It's hard to wash my hair properly. Or my face. I'm breaking out like a 14 year old. I can't drive, so I'm stuck in the house, waiting and hoping for one of my friends to come pick me up for an outing....again, like a 14 year old. ARGH!

On the bright side...I got out to the farm last week to see Olliver. It was very emotional for me. I cried. I missed my boy tons and tons. I got to brush him and gave everyone treats. Even Talon. Bastard.

One of the girls from work came to pick me up today. She took me to my favorite yarn store. SMILE. I got some new stuff for the stash. Came home and knitted a calorimetry head band for Mikayla. She picked out some fantastic banana yellow wool. Finished already. She loves it. SMILE. I feel like I've accomplished something.

Ouch...

I meant to post this last Thursday, but hit Save instead of Publish. I blame the Vicodin...

Last Sunday (3/16) was gorgeous. T and I had plans to ride together, but due to family obligations, I ended up staying behind, while T went to HayCreek with CA. When I got to the farm, I saddled up Talon. He was flighty...dancing and spooking while I was saddling him. I took it easy at first...just riding around the corral. He was responding well, so I opened the gate and took him into the back paddock. Once we got to the back of the paddock, the wind started blowing...not sure if that was all that spooked him, but he spun around and took off like someone lit a firecracker under his butt. I lost my balance in the saddle and was hanging off the left side. Managed to pull myself up, but over-corrected, lost my stirrups and was then hanging from the right side - just as he hit the right side of the paddock- - with the T-post and hot wire. I hit my head on a T-post and down I went, right under his hooves. I got zapped by the hotwire a couple of times on my way down too. It was a couple of minutes before I could move...and about 10 minutes before Bryce heard me. 911 was called and off to TWFMC I went. I broke my C-1 vertebrae, my L2-L4 vertebrae have minor fractures and I have 11 staples putting my scalp back together. The trauma team that stapled my head up had to scrape green paint off of my skull when they cleaned up the wound (thankfully they put me under in the OR for that). I broke 2 teeth. I have a really painful, nasty contusion on my right flank/hip from where Talon stepped on me. As well as other miscellaneous bumps, bruises, etc.

I spent two days in the hospital...and I'm home now. I'm feeling a little better everyday. But I'm afraid that this blog is going to turn into "Olliver Grows While I Sit on My Butt at Home Unable to Go Anywhere or Do Anything"....UGH!!!!

J.

Ahhhhh....Spring.....

I love Spring...



Okay, I know. Slow down. There's still snow on the ground. The weatherman is still talking about windchill factors. I don't care.


When I left for work yesterday morning (at 5:45 a.m.) a cardinal was singing outside my front door. Hearing a cardinal sing just before dawn is ALWAYS the first sing of Spring to me. Forget robins...for me, it's cardinals....



Spring is coming....