Liz
20-02-2007, 06:45 PM
Vain hope against hope that I might at least get some sympathy from you lot (mad I know)
What sympathy I did get stopped when I was picked up off the ground (about 4.5 minutes worth)
"What happened?" I hear you cry.
Well maybe not but I'm going to tell you anyway (cripple's privilege I'm afraid - bit like the priviledge of drinking red wine with industrial strength pain killers(which I can heartily recommend!))
So, potted account:
End Jan - returned from week being very daft on black runs in the alps. 2 days later hacking neddy out - intending on some gallop work as last month before TC's start. We're both fit and raring to go.
Neddy gets scared by some drilling in the yard (macho, non horse understanding electricians). He shies sideways forgetting that concrete and metal shoes go together like a banana skin and a 1950's mime artist.
left legs go from underneath and 'whoops, here comes the ground'.
Oh look, a sandwich containing that well known combination of: concrete, sturrup iron, my leg and half a ton of living, breathing horse. - mmm delicious!
Give you three guesses which came off worse...
Result: 11 days in hospital with senile schizophrinic old ladies, one operation on what remains of my foot, more metalwork than an iron foundry, and 4 months in plaster! (oh, and 3 horses on full livery for the duration - owwwww!)
and the best bit - a surgeon with a sense of humour. I kid you not, his exact description was "Take a crunchie bar and hit it with a hammer" Gee... thanks!
So I am heavily reliant on the forum for all news - please, please please can we have lots of reports guys!
"wallowing in self pity" of Wiltshire
What sympathy I did get stopped when I was picked up off the ground (about 4.5 minutes worth)
"What happened?" I hear you cry.
Well maybe not but I'm going to tell you anyway (cripple's privilege I'm afraid - bit like the priviledge of drinking red wine with industrial strength pain killers(which I can heartily recommend!))
So, potted account:
End Jan - returned from week being very daft on black runs in the alps. 2 days later hacking neddy out - intending on some gallop work as last month before TC's start. We're both fit and raring to go.
Neddy gets scared by some drilling in the yard (macho, non horse understanding electricians). He shies sideways forgetting that concrete and metal shoes go together like a banana skin and a 1950's mime artist.
left legs go from underneath and 'whoops, here comes the ground'.
Oh look, a sandwich containing that well known combination of: concrete, sturrup iron, my leg and half a ton of living, breathing horse. - mmm delicious!
Give you three guesses which came off worse...
Result: 11 days in hospital with senile schizophrinic old ladies, one operation on what remains of my foot, more metalwork than an iron foundry, and 4 months in plaster! (oh, and 3 horses on full livery for the duration - owwwww!)
and the best bit - a surgeon with a sense of humour. I kid you not, his exact description was "Take a crunchie bar and hit it with a hammer" Gee... thanks!
So I am heavily reliant on the forum for all news - please, please please can we have lots of reports guys!
"wallowing in self pity" of Wiltshire