No Foot, No...Human?

Saturday night, a large piece of wood fell on my foot and hit it just right.  By Sunday morning, my foot was swollen and I couldn't move my toes or have anything touch the top of it.  It hurt to walk, so I hobbled around on one heel with no shoes on.  I spent most of the day with my foot up, praying that I hadn't broken it.

The good news is, it's not broken.  The bad news is that it's very badly bruised on the top of the foot and I still can't even brush it with my fingertips, much less put a sock or shoe on it.  Which means no riding boots, which means no riding.

Noooooooooo!!!!  This is so frustrating.  Today is my lesson day.  Today I was going to work on the right lead canter.  This weekend was going to be the weekend where I spent more time bonding with my pony.  Of course, the injured foot is the right foot so I can't even drive.

The upside is that I definitely feel different since making my mental leap with Tessa.  If I could find a way to get a boot on and somebody to drive me, I'd hobble my ass out there and lunge her really, really good.  Then, when she was good and tired, I'd throw a saddle on and get a leg up and ride her with no stirrups.  Yes, yes I would.

So at this moment, I'm raring to go mentally but physically I have to wait a few days until I can at least wear shoes.  Barefoot around horses is asking for more than just a bruise on the top of your foot and I'm not THAT desperate yet.

If I don't post between now and then, I hope you all have a wonderful Fourth of July and that your horses survive it as well.  My barn does a lot of preparation for the fourth, including double checking all fences so that they make sure if a horse panics, they won't kill themselves.  I'm really grateful that they do all that and that I have such good people looking after my pony.