After a long stint out of the saddle, Georgie gets back on board and feels a little bit reflective!
Well, this month has been a month of revelations. I was finally allowed out, on what felt like day release, to ride for the first time in three months.
Off I went to the yard, not forgetting my most useful piece of tack - my neck strap!
There's a little story behind how I came to swear-by the use of one - I read an article once that said William Fox-Pitt rides with a neck strap on many of his horses and I thought if it's good enough for him, then it's good enough for me!
However, I care to call it my ‘Oh Sh*t Strap’, aptly named because many a time it has saved me a sore bum and more ‘Oh Sh*t’ moments (sadly didn’t help the pelvis breaking fiasco- but we live and learn).
They're especially useful when your significant other equine partner whole-heartedly attacks steps and banks with as much gusto as a Boeing 747 during take-off.
Getting back in the saddle
If I'm honest, getting back on was a bit of an anti-climax. I wasn’t overly sure what I was expecting but after months of (sometimes painful) physiotherapy getting back on was relatively easy.
I say easy. By easy I mean easy until the morning after when I was reduced to less mobility than my 80-year-old grandmother (this was confirmed by the fact she can still touch her toes and I can’t, clearly my pelvis has aged me considerably). Perhaps my bus pass will arrive in the post soon?
Despite the obvious atrophy of my muscles, the only way it gets any easier is to ‘get back on the horse, right?
So, several more rides later and the aches subsided. My other half, George, is very protective, even more so since my injury.
He reminds me of my mother some 10 years ago before she gave up opposing my reckless horse plans and negotiated with me instead - he'll learn.
I reckon he'd have wrapped me in bubble wrap if he could. However, I do remind him of the paramedic who was on site at my hunter trial and said, ‘Well I’ve given you enough morphine to knock out a bison so you're one tough cookie’.
How is Sheamus?
Anyway, an update on HRH Sheamus, when we moved home he got put out in a field of his old friends, only this time they chased him around a little - maybe they noticed he’d put on a few pounds and needed a workout?
So, after a very kind rescue from our yard owner and a relegation to playing with the pint-sized ponies instead, he seemed a lot happier and *touch wood* everything has been going well.
He really does have a heart of gold. Our first canter in a field was a resounding success - perhaps a little guilt on his part? Even worse, he could be going soft in his old-er age. I'm sure he would've squeezed in a buck and squeal if he felt it necessary.
The last few months have certainly taught me a few things, including that your pelvis is important and really quite painful to fracture.
Secondly, to appreciate your health. I was laid out on a spine board next to a cross-country jump unable to move, not entirely sure what the outcome may be, but I was really lucky.
I can walk, I rode for the first time in 100-and-something days and for once in my life it feels like a privilege and one I'll never take for granted again.
As always love and good health, Georgie x