I’ve been thinking, lately, that my physical therapist deserves hazard pay for dealing with me. I often walk around with a chip on my shoulder these days, and I can be unintentionally difficult to deal with during our sessions. I want to be so far from where I am now, I can’t always stop the frustration from coming through. To her credit, she’s kept her own frustration with me to herself. Which, I guess, means that I don’t know if she’s frustrated with me. But I would be, if I were her.
I’m now nearly 13 months out of surgery, and I’m still struggling to keep the pain under control. As Liz Lemon would say, “Blerg!”
On the bright side, I’ve ridden Magpie each of the last four weekends! That’s right, friends; I’ve ridden as much in the last four weekends as in the last three years. The first time that I rode, I was in massive pain for days afterwards. So my PT came up with a plan to see if we can alleviate some of the symptoms (it involves compression, ice, elevation, anti-inflammatory medication and Tylenol). It’s not working all that well YET, but I’m becoming more and more determined to make it work (channeling my inner Tim Gunn). So much so that I’ve resorted to wearing my thigh-high TED stocking for the last two weeks (Tim Gunn would be appalled that I rock my TED ho–so called because it’s only one, not a pair–in shorts in the gym). It makes my shin feel better, and I don’t suffer quite as much when I’m done riding as when I don’t wear it.
Right now, my biggest problem (besides the ever-present pain) is figuring out how to make my leg work in the saddle. Magpie is rather wide, partly because she’s been doing nothing more than eating grass for two years, and her girth makes it difficult to wrap my leg around her correctly. Add to that the fact that my leg doesn’t like to be twisted in the first place, and I have a problem. It might just be my imagination, but I feel like my leg control is getting a tiny bit better, so I think it will simply take some time to work itself out.
Even more exciting than riding Magpie is that I got to “ride” Stryker. I was basically just sitting on his back while walking very slowly around the round pen, but I’ve been waiting five years to ride him! I looked the fool; I could not stop smiling the entire time we were in the arena. I was so incredibly happy.