Well, I guess it's my turn.
For about a month and a half, the ball of my foot has been bothering me. It had been getting worse slowly, but I've been so busy I had no time to get it checked.
And it wasn't *that* bad.
After the endurance fun ride where Cibolo and I got kicked on the bottom of my stirrup on that side, it started to hurt worse and worse. So I decided that I was going to have to just ignore the 5 million things I needed to get done at work and get this checked out along with a few other things, like some blood work since I'm a woman of a ... certain age.
I found out that my vitamin D level was very low and have been put immediately on a high dosage of Vitamin D (did you know Vitamin D is actually a hormone? It's sort of confusing, so let's not go there). Of course, low vitamin D is not a good thing for bone density.
And over at the podiatrist I walked in hoping for the equivalent of a stone bruise. After doing a few excruciating tests, one of which involved a tuning fork (my foot is a C-Sharp), he determined I have a stress fracture of my sesamoid:
What kind of name is that for a bone? Sounds like seeds on top of organic muffins! I didn't even *know* I had one of these weird little bones. And I was good with that. I really prefer to think the whole system works with the help of leprechauns and duct tape.
I don't really know why I even got this "stress fracture," I'm not a runner or anything. I don't know if my accident back in November could have gotten it started, but I doubt it. Surely it would have manifested sooner.
I'm probably just ... a woman of a certain age.
So now I'm in a lovely "boot" for 8 weeks. And I'm pretty sure it won't fit in my stirrups, even though they are pretty wide.
Of course I had to explain to the doctor that there was no way I wasn't going to ride my horse for 8 weeks.
He gave me one of those pained expressions they teach them in the first year of medical school. Then we discussed how I could adjust my riding to minimize the impact. Cut down on the use of stirrups. Maybe pad my boots to protect my little sesamoidiacness. And of course, this will be a great time for me to work on my bareback skills.
But I'm not exactly sure how I'm going to handle my feeding duties. I can't exactly head out there in the muck...