not dead!! volume 2
Okay, so my tendonitis has ...kinda dwindled away. now it's down to just a dull annoying feeling in my elbowic region. The headache though, the headache is driving me insane. I've had this headache every SINGLE FUCKING DAY for 5 weeks and 1 day. Yeah, i've been counting. It happened on a Tuesday b/c Shirley got here and I was able to tell her about it, being the first day, and that was a month and a quarter ago, and now it's Wednesday, so that makes the day. And now we're all caught up! It's worse some days than others, but today is a bad day. A really really fucking bad day. This damn this is... it's just overpowering. There seems to be nothing I can do for it too, which is also frustrating, but it's just getting SO OLD!
Right, so anyway... I asked to ride Cassis ever-so-long-ago. And then his owner went on vacation and asked me to ride him every day. Now how, in what universe, do I finally get granted something I want, only to have 14 times as much of it as I want crammed down my throat? I mean, I think the world just keeps me around to screw with me. Either that or I'll be important some day, but for now, I'm going with the "let's screw with Sean" allegory. Okay, so Cassis is 18hands1, and ....kinda clingy. So, after a week, he figured out that his mommy probably isn't coming back and just started acting rude. Now, rude for a normal sized horse is like, biting, and trying to walk out of the stall.... oh no, this big fucker can't do anything normal-sized. [note: 18 hands is friggin huge, and 18 1, is slightly bigger than huge. his shoulder is taller than me, and I'm a big guy too]. Okay, so this one day, I was walking him from the indoor arena back to the barn. Along the way there are crabapple trees. Some dead ones too. He stopped on the driveway. mmmkay. Then he pivots off his left shoulder and stops to smell the crabapple branches. Uh oh. So I start to dismount to lead him back away from the tree, then BOOM, he just trots happily along through the branches. now, the lowest of the branches is at saddle-level, so no matter what I did, both the saddle and I were going to get hurt. So, I just laid back, and tried to wrap my legs around the saddle with as much surface coverage as I could manage. Owie. I stung all the fuck over the place, and I just about turned Cassis into like 400 bottles of elmer's glue. I was pissed.
Like my story? All the scratches all up my arms, hands, belly, and face still kinda itch, but they're healing quite nicely. N'importe.
My head... she kills me now... I'm going to go search for aspirin or vicodin or something.... garrr.
ps, gas prices blow.
holla back
Right, so anyway... I asked to ride Cassis ever-so-long-ago. And then his owner went on vacation and asked me to ride him every day. Now how, in what universe, do I finally get granted something I want, only to have 14 times as much of it as I want crammed down my throat? I mean, I think the world just keeps me around to screw with me. Either that or I'll be important some day, but for now, I'm going with the "let's screw with Sean" allegory. Okay, so Cassis is 18hands1, and ....kinda clingy. So, after a week, he figured out that his mommy probably isn't coming back and just started acting rude. Now, rude for a normal sized horse is like, biting, and trying to walk out of the stall.... oh no, this big fucker can't do anything normal-sized. [note: 18 hands is friggin huge, and 18 1, is slightly bigger than huge. his shoulder is taller than me, and I'm a big guy too]. Okay, so this one day, I was walking him from the indoor arena back to the barn. Along the way there are crabapple trees. Some dead ones too. He stopped on the driveway. mmmkay. Then he pivots off his left shoulder and stops to smell the crabapple branches. Uh oh. So I start to dismount to lead him back away from the tree, then BOOM, he just trots happily along through the branches. now, the lowest of the branches is at saddle-level, so no matter what I did, both the saddle and I were going to get hurt. So, I just laid back, and tried to wrap my legs around the saddle with as much surface coverage as I could manage. Owie. I stung all the fuck over the place, and I just about turned Cassis into like 400 bottles of elmer's glue. I was pissed.
Like my story? All the scratches all up my arms, hands, belly, and face still kinda itch, but they're healing quite nicely. N'importe.
My head... she kills me now... I'm going to go search for aspirin or vicodin or something.... garrr.
ps, gas prices blow.
holla back