Missing everything for a year

Just a list of gripes that I hope to overcome this year!

Riding my dear pony Oats. I hope he can recover, and we can continue to conquer at dressage shows, riding lessons, jumping, trail riding and chilling out! God I miss him so much.

My health: Multi-faceted, but I hope to have fewer relapses of endometriosis, with fewer flare-ups. So far not so good. đŸ˜¦

Also health related: Get control of terrible allergies with meds and inhalers. Fingers crossed!!!!!

Travel: Somewhere, at some point. When???

Friends: When can I go for happy hour again (non drinking in Jan, but I miss them.)

Running races: A total flop this year, last year, and probably not for a long time. Sigh.

A continuation of last week?

Last week was the grouchiest week ever. But, as it turns out, I did get my vet appointment on Friday and the results weren’t all bad. The vet says Oats is moving great and he would not drug him at all, so we moved on to check the saddle.

Oats shoulders were quite sore- enough that the vet suggested the saddle be re-fit as Oats now has a bit of a swayback and his shape has changed enough for the saddle to slide onto his shoulders more now and that might be why Oats is now stopping at jumps. It’s always kind of a guessing game with horses, unfortunately.

He did adjust Oats’s withers and tell me not to ride in my saddle until the saddle gets re-fit. Sooo…I have a call in to the saddle fitter, with no scheduled visit yet. ARGH.

In the meantime, I longed Oats on Saturday, gave him Sunday off, and rode bareback yesterday–which was actually pretty fun but a real tough workout for me, to not slide off him! I am borrowing my trainer’s saddle to try tonight, so fingers crossed I can at least get my lessons in this week.

And me? I hurt my back on the weekend (might have something to do with running 22km, *cough* *cough*) and it felt horrible on Monday. Bad enough I did something about it…went to a physiotherapy appointment. I HATED it. It was soooo long and excruciating. My eyes were tearing up I was in so much effing pain. Also I was starving and my stomach was grumbling in protest. I got home after that at 5:30! It was time to go to the barn!


If it’s not my car, it’s my rabbit, it’s my horse, it’s my back, oh and work. Cut me some slack, life!!!!!!