What was I just saying about how great Saturday was going to be and how satisfied I would feel at the end of the day? In all fairness to the day, I did get a lot done, and I did get both boys ridden. Unfortunately, I was forced to spend the better part of the afternoon and all evening lounging around on the sofa reading on my ipad and writing a blog post.
Forced you say? Now come on - how could that be? Let's just say that Speedy G threw his weight around, and it landed right on top of my little foot. This is a very rare occurrence in my barn; my ponies respect my space and rarely over-step their bounds. To be honest, I am not exactly sure what happened.
I was leading Speedy into the wash rack (yes, it was that warm yesterday) like I have done a thousand times. I made the turn as usual, but before I knew what was happening, 1,000 pounds of Speedy G slammed onto the top of my right foot. In his panic, he crowded into me before I finally managed to shove him over and off.
All I could do was gasp in pain as I clutched the crosstie to keep myself upright. I'll even admit that I started to cry. It took several minutes before I could even think about putting my foot back to the ground. Even while my foot was pounding, I paused to find the cause of the commotion in case more was to come.
The only thing I could see that was slightly amiss was that someone had left a mounting block on the cement pad of the wash rack. I think that as Speedy G made the turn, the unfamiliar object popped into his field of vision, which spooked him.
As I stood there crying and gingerly pulling my Mudruckers and sock off, Speedy stood quietly beside me with his lead rope lying in a heap at his feet. He quietly nuzzled my hair and cheek. I wasn't mad at him, but he wasn't taking any chances. I gave his face a reassuring pat and checked out my foot, which I was worried might be broken; it hurt that bad.
With my sock off, I could see a big gray area forming over the top of my foot. Since there was no blood and no bone sticking out, I decided to continue hosing Speedy off and see how my foot did. It didn't take long for me to realize that I needed to get home and get it iced. Some Tylenol probably wouldn't hurt either.
And that is how it came to be that I spent the rest of the day being forced to relax and take it easy.
Forced you say? Now come on - how could that be? Let's just say that Speedy G threw his weight around, and it landed right on top of my little foot. This is a very rare occurrence in my barn; my ponies respect my space and rarely over-step their bounds. To be honest, I am not exactly sure what happened.
I was leading Speedy into the wash rack (yes, it was that warm yesterday) like I have done a thousand times. I made the turn as usual, but before I knew what was happening, 1,000 pounds of Speedy G slammed onto the top of my right foot. In his panic, he crowded into me before I finally managed to shove him over and off.
All I could do was gasp in pain as I clutched the crosstie to keep myself upright. I'll even admit that I started to cry. It took several minutes before I could even think about putting my foot back to the ground. Even while my foot was pounding, I paused to find the cause of the commotion in case more was to come.
The only thing I could see that was slightly amiss was that someone had left a mounting block on the cement pad of the wash rack. I think that as Speedy G made the turn, the unfamiliar object popped into his field of vision, which spooked him.
As I stood there crying and gingerly pulling my Mudruckers and sock off, Speedy stood quietly beside me with his lead rope lying in a heap at his feet. He quietly nuzzled my hair and cheek. I wasn't mad at him, but he wasn't taking any chances. I gave his face a reassuring pat and checked out my foot, which I was worried might be broken; it hurt that bad.
With my sock off, I could see a big gray area forming over the top of my foot. Since there was no blood and no bone sticking out, I decided to continue hosing Speedy off and see how my foot did. It didn't take long for me to realize that I needed to get home and get it iced. Some Tylenol probably wouldn't hurt either.
And that is how it came to be that I spent the rest of the day being forced to relax and take it easy.
It doesn't look too bad this morning - minimal purpling, but the top of my foot, and especially my toes, are still swollen.
