I suppose the British majority here probably doesn't get to enthusiastic over this colonial holiday, but its a fairly big deal in the states.
My wife had a special celebration. She was practicing barrels for her gymkhana competition next weekend, and she and her horse went down. The horse landed on her leg. I guess its not broken, but it is very large from mid-thigh to mid calf.
Did she come straight home? Of course not. Since she had put three heavy barrels in the arena, it was her duty to move them back out, so she did that.
Of course her first concern was the horse, so she walked him around, looked for a limp, checked his hamstrings and tendons, gave him a double dose of bute, ran a cold stream of water over his knees, and wrapped his legs. A woman was watching all this, and said "Jesus Christ you're tough."
No shit. I wish I were half the man she is.
When she finally got home, we wrapped her leg in ice packs and elevated it while she medicated with ibuprofen and several beers. It probably would have been better if she had started the ice an hour before, but the horse comes first.
And then she said "its been two years since the last time we fell" as if this was supposed to make me feel good about it. I guess I should just be grateful that it wasn't like the fall several years ago when the horse landed on her hand and crushed a few metatarsals, with resulting surgery to install titanium plates and screws, and then a few months later another surgery to remove them.
She says that she has to practice poles tomorrow. We'll see how that leg feels in the morning.
WTF is A 71-year-old woman doing this stuff for? I'm very proud of her, but I wish she would do something less dangerous.
My wife had a special celebration. She was practicing barrels for her gymkhana competition next weekend, and she and her horse went down. The horse landed on her leg. I guess its not broken, but it is very large from mid-thigh to mid calf.
Did she come straight home? Of course not. Since she had put three heavy barrels in the arena, it was her duty to move them back out, so she did that.
Of course her first concern was the horse, so she walked him around, looked for a limp, checked his hamstrings and tendons, gave him a double dose of bute, ran a cold stream of water over his knees, and wrapped his legs. A woman was watching all this, and said "Jesus Christ you're tough."
No shit. I wish I were half the man she is.
When she finally got home, we wrapped her leg in ice packs and elevated it while she medicated with ibuprofen and several beers. It probably would have been better if she had started the ice an hour before, but the horse comes first.
And then she said "its been two years since the last time we fell" as if this was supposed to make me feel good about it. I guess I should just be grateful that it wasn't like the fall several years ago when the horse landed on her hand and crushed a few metatarsals, with resulting surgery to install titanium plates and screws, and then a few months later another surgery to remove them.
She says that she has to practice poles tomorrow. We'll see how that leg feels in the morning.
WTF is A 71-year-old woman doing this stuff for? I'm very proud of her, but I wish she would do something less dangerous.
