I know, I know.
I was supposed to have posted the commentary from my past two clinics (October and November), and I started on October, I really did. Then I sort of... zoned... out....
There has been a lot going on in my life, lately. I realised that I had failed to blurb about my most recent brush with death, and so I think I will start there. I've mentioned before that Grimsey is unpredictable. He's known to perform Airs above the ground whilst being led in hand, and so very few people are allowed to handle him. But he's always been very good about not having any baby moments under saddle (other than a few bucks to re-balance himself in the canter). I've had him for two years, and if I string all of my rides together, he's got maybe six months under saddle. Well, he was overdue for a baby moment.
It was an odd combination of events that landed me in the sand (I was told I was yelling at him as I fell), and when I smacked my head on the ground, my only thought was "damn it, now I need a new helmet!" Keeping in mind that his was my brand-new $300 One K. Woe is me.
Being the cowgirl I so obviously am not, I got up immediately, caught my horse (who had taken off in fear of OHMYGODWHATWASTHATTHINGTHATJUSTFELLOFFMYBACK?!?!?!), and got back on. We trotted around for about five minutes (having been done when he had his "moment"), and I dismounted. As I was un-tacking him, holy Mary, mother of God, I suddenly couldn't see straight.
Enter trip to the ER.
Enter a seven hour stay in the ER.
Enter CT scan.
Enter dark spot.
Enter ordered MRI.
Enter... brain herniation.
Hmm... that sounds not good. My family physician (who, coincidentally, no one in my family likes) said "eh, no big deal." But when I went home to research what the tech had written - let's face it, I know nothing about brains - I was a little more skeptical. According to the MRI tech, it doesn't appear to be caused by trauma, which leaves two options: 1.) I was born with it, 2.) I have a tumor. Cool.
Turns out this thing can kill me and quite quickly. Cardiac and respiratory arrest? Strenuous exercise is bad for me? Riding, too? Yep.
So, steadfastly ignoring these warnings, I've been working and riding - no matter that I get nauseous doing it.
Add to that my boss has melanoma and is taking interferon, you have a recipe for two very unhappy people in close quarters. I'm getting sick of her whining, and she's getting sick of me getting sick.
In any case, I have an appointment with a neurosurgeon in a few days to discuss my hernia.
Wish me luck.
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