A Note About This Blog

I used to be a writer. Unpublished, but a writer just the same. I have several 100,000 word novels sitting on my hard drive. Then I fell off a horse and got a concussion that scrambled my brains really good (yes, I was wearing a helmet.) After that forming a written sentence was very difficult for quite some time. It's still difficult, but at least now generally the sentence structure isn't egregiously flawed. Verbally and written wrong words pop in, I switch words around, and sometimes I make no sense at all. It isn't because I don't have knowledge of grammar and punctuation, but my brain simply can't do it sometimes. Reading this blog you're accepting that there's going to be things that look like typos or make no sense. It's not because I don't proofread, it's because my damaged brain doesn't see what's wrong. I try my best, but things will slip through. I don't need them pointed out, I know they're there, but if I continued to worry about them I wouldn't write at all. I didn't for quite some time. It's painful as a past master of words to use them so badly, but fortunately the words don't seem to mind.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Ow

Remember back at Santa Fe when Penny was spooking during dressage? She also spooked at every jump judge on XC. At first we thought she was spooky because she hurt because she needed her hocks done. Then the vet noticed the melanoma on her noggin and we thought she was spooking because of pain from bridle combined with hocks.

I haven't ridden her much since then, dragging my feet on getting her hocks done. They got done 10 days ago. The first five days you can't ride, then I couldn't ride. On Friday I took her for a long hack down the road. She was very spooky. There was smoke in the air from a wildfire, I thought that was it. She spooked at a trashcan in both directions. They were all her little spooks: step to the side to get in a better position to look at it, but she did a lot of them.

Today I got on her with the intention of riding the fence line. I hadn't been on her for five minutes when something made her spook so badly she ran. I fell off. I whacked my thigh pretty good. My head did make contact with the ground, but very lightly (I will be replacing my helmet anyway.)

My first thought is she now has a melanoma growing in her brain, making her spooky. The vet was kind enough to return my call today and said not to jump to that conclusion, that there's lots of other possibilities.

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