it's Alive
What a delightful experiment I've had these last 38 years with the body I've been given. I've broken many bones (all but one horsey related), had cancer, West Nile Virus and a ten pound baby boy. Racked up millions of frequent surgery points, mostly from illness, a few were elective (yes, PLASTIC - had to do something about the giant over-sized boobs). So from these experiences, starting when I was very young, I've learned to deal with pain, and as a result, it does not faze me. Two years ago, I "hurt" my foot doing jumping jacks barefooted on a slate floor, and then proceeded to march around for 6 months in 5" platforms, spike heels and riding boots, wander all over Michigan, Minnesota, New York and New Mexico until I decided the foot was really starting to sting, whereupon I received the diagnosis of broken and a cast.
I was bucked off a young, silly-headed mare in early March. I stayed on as long as I could, but she finally succeeded in launching me, and I landed on my left hip and broke my pubic ramis bone, fondly now referred to as my "coochie bone". I also managed to tear the rectus femoris muscle clear off of its moorings. IT IS THE WORST PAIN I HAVE EVER FELT. Truly! The ortho gave me the all-clear to get back on a horse again this week, and I did, pretty much expecting it to be a stiff ride, but then nothing more. Wow. What a body letdown! I feel like a cripple! Stiff and sore and rusty where a mere short 6 weeks ago I was strong and supple! I know as I keep working out and keep riding, it will all return back to where it was, but what a big surprise to little ol' naive me. As my dear, darling doctor brother told me this morning, "well, you are getting older, too." Yes. There is that.
The most exciting news today was that I got the equipment lined up, the location and the chemist to make BioDiesel! A friend of mine was given the equipment, and we are going to build the still in one of the sheds out at our farm. He's an engineer, and his father-in-law is a chemist, and agreed to help us get started in exchange for BioD for his tractor. We have an oil source (actually several) so after we register with the local county sheriff (the county where the farm is located is like the world's biggest meth-producing county - we want no confusion!), we'll be ready to get started.
I was bucked off a young, silly-headed mare in early March. I stayed on as long as I could, but she finally succeeded in launching me, and I landed on my left hip and broke my pubic ramis bone, fondly now referred to as my "coochie bone". I also managed to tear the rectus femoris muscle clear off of its moorings. IT IS THE WORST PAIN I HAVE EVER FELT. Truly! The ortho gave me the all-clear to get back on a horse again this week, and I did, pretty much expecting it to be a stiff ride, but then nothing more. Wow. What a body letdown! I feel like a cripple! Stiff and sore and rusty where a mere short 6 weeks ago I was strong and supple! I know as I keep working out and keep riding, it will all return back to where it was, but what a big surprise to little ol' naive me. As my dear, darling doctor brother told me this morning, "well, you are getting older, too." Yes. There is that.
The most exciting news today was that I got the equipment lined up, the location and the chemist to make BioDiesel! A friend of mine was given the equipment, and we are going to build the still in one of the sheds out at our farm. He's an engineer, and his father-in-law is a chemist, and agreed to help us get started in exchange for BioD for his tractor. We have an oil source (actually several) so after we register with the local county sheriff (the county where the farm is located is like the world's biggest meth-producing county - we want no confusion!), we'll be ready to get started.