As you are all aware, about a month ago, I took a obnoxious fall off my horse during a show in Louisiana that resulted in a unfortunate broken leg. Boo! Hiss! Yes, yes, I know, it’s been very inopportune and dealing with the whole recovery process has been a headache. But I’m so very determined to get whole again, I’ve been working extra hard to try and heal faster (and yes, I do believe yelling at my leg to heal faster will make it heal faster). Anywho, I decided it had been a while since I had written a blog post, and although my life so far has been little more than rest, rest, and more rest, I figured that I could still scrape together enough to put together a post.
A few days after the surgery, I was moved to a rehab hospital to continue my therapy. I was there for a little over a week, where I had therapists who were able to help my with my rehab and nurses to look after my medical needs. The first week was terrible. I was weak all the time, had no appetite, the pain was terrible, and I had such limited mobility that it took me a painful eternity to do anything. Finally, the doctors took a closer look at my blood work and figured out I was very anemic, turns out my red cell count was about half of what it should be. Yikes… So a blood transfusion was recommended, and even though I was nervous, we decided to go ahead with it. I had to have a PICC line inserted into my arm (a terrifying procedure where they float an IV line through your vein so it rests right above your heart – ok, it really wasn’t terrifying, but I thought it would be!) and spent half the night awake as my nurse monitored the 2 units of blood that was slowly pumping into my heart. Holy Wow! That transfusion helped me so much! Afterwards, I had more energy, my appetite came back, and was ready to get to work!
My absolutely wonderful mother flew down to see me and take me home when I was ready, and thankfully I was discharged the day before Thanksgiving. We decided to spend our last night in Louisiana exploring New Orleans with Dave, KD, and Jesse. Dave and KD were able to procure a wheelchair for me, and graciously pushed me around as we ventured through the city. I’d have to say the highlight of the day was stopping at Café Du Monde, a glorious little café in the French Quarter that serves wonderful beignets and coffee. It was a fantastic way to end my stay, and I couldn’t have asked for better company.
I flew back to Colorado the next day with a long list of instructions, a bag of meds, and my very own walker. Since then, it’s been nothing but lounging on the couch and physical therapy. I’ve started some fun knitting projects and helped my momma with some schoolwork and computer things, but for the most part have been pretty bored out of my mind. I’ve watched countless movies and entire seasons of TV shows and am starting to go stir crazy. I’ve devised my own workout for home, and have been working on that to help get me back into shape. My therapists say that I’m the only one who does all my reps, and I’m constantly pushing myself to spend more time on the bike or to increase my weights more. My hard work seems to of paid off though, just this week I was given the okay to transition off my walker and onto a single crutch. I’ve been cruising around fantastically with that, and although my leg is more fatigued at the end of the day, I’m feeling better and better. I’m even getting to the point where I’ll leave my crutch behind and limp around the house for little excursions to the kitchen or bathroom. I’m completely off all my medications as well, and just have to deal with muscle aches at this point. I’m going to the orthopedic doctor on Tuesday and am hoping I’ll get the okay to drive, and maybe even ride soon!
It’s been a long journey so far, and I am hoping that soon it will be over, but it has definitely been quite the experience. I’m so very thankful for all of my friends and family who have stepped up to offer support and encouragement, and for my glorious family who have all been such a huge part in my recovery. Thank you Christine, for keeping me constant company, and being there to hold my hand through the pain while I was in the hospital. Thank you Dave and KD for your visits, the never ending pep talks and encouragement, and of course the My Little Pony coloring book. Thank you Jesse for being the only one who could relate to what I was going through, and for the countless hours you spent watching cartoons and movies with me. Thank you Barb and Kelly for the stuffed horse, who has provided so much comfort during this time. Thank you to my Mother, Father, and Grandma for all the countless things you’ve done for me, there’s just too many to list, but they all mean so much.
Even though this has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad fracture, I believe that everything happens for a reason, and I’m sure that I’ve grown from this misfortune. I’m even more determined than I was before to get back up on a horse and get back in the lyst. I don’t know what struggles I will have to fight, be they physical or mental, but I’ve proven I’m determined, and I don’t plan to change anytime soon. Plus, if I’ve learned anything, it’s that I will always have support to give me that extra push to chase my dreams.
Much love to you all, and thank you to everyone for everything.






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