DANG IT!

So, here we are a into this remodel we are doing. 
We did bits here and there each weekend after the start of this remodel on Dec 5th.

Yes, I know many of you have been there… done that. Me too. But I was not only just bucked off, I was literally thrown into the air and proceeded to land on my back right in a spot that happen to have a big ol’ rock there. This happened to me soon after we got our GoGo Bunny Two Shoes. I thought I was this brave woman and I was going to show hubby what I was able to do. I didn’t fear being on a horse even though this was our first horse and I had ridden her but a few times.

Hubby was visiting a neighbor up and around the dirt road (about a half mile away through the fields). I actually found a way to mount my big beauty without help, she stayed still long enough up along a log… LOL. Then I gallantly struck out across our acreage, made it up the road some, she really did not want to be leaving home. She would turn and turn toward home and I would round her and pull her to get her to travel the way I wanted to go. This was hard work, considering I didn’t know what I was truly doing and no doubt Bunny knew this. I made it all the way to within 100 yards of the neighbors home and I just could not handle Bunny any longer, so I decided to go ahead and let her make her way back home. Each time she wanted to run, I would slow her down because the terrain was full of holes and not safe for my sake. When I got to about 300 feet from our property line, she was not having anything to do with me slowing her down and she started her run. I thought this was fine, I am doing ok. But then I knew there was the wash that we would have to pass through. No water in it, but it was deep. She got a few feet into the wash and I could tell she was beginning to falter, she lost her footing and then she hit the bottom and just as quickly had to lift herself up to start up the other side of the wash, she faltered again and the next thing I knew I was in the air, completely clearing Bunny and landing about 5 feet from where she threw me. If there were judges, they would have given me a 10 for that one. LOL ! I laid there not being able to move, I lost my breath, I kinda laughed at myself. Bunny proceeded to her stall and waited there. I did a mental assessment of my body, seemed there was not a thing broken… whew. I was finally able to roll over enough to crawl to the edge of the fence to be able to lift myself up. I limped to Bunny and talked to her, she was pacing, like as if to say she was sorry. I knew this was not her fault at all. I basically could not move for 2 full weeks and I had a nice black and blue bruise in the middle of one of my buttock cheeks from landing on the rock. This was my first lesson to myself that I knew nothing about horses. *smiles*

All better and ready to get back on Bunny:

I was never had any doubt that I would get back on her, but with more respect now.

I am so glad I have come along with the teachings from my horses (and the riding classes we just took). Horses are amazing and I am so glad to have these fine beasts in my life.

Oh, and hubby has not been there done that (yet), lucky guy.

Tomorrow is friday! Where did the week go?
It actually started Saturday... it had rained the day before and the ground was quite wet. We ended up working in the garage. We cleaned the garage out. We redid an old "chicken hotel" for the chickens to be able to roost in a more appropriate place instead of the old TV stand that was in their cage. At mid morning we found out a good friend had been in a bad quad accident. There was nothing we could do but wait for more information.
Sunday we worked in the yard a little, we did not get the tomato plants or any of the garden done that we were hoping to, but it was in our thoughts. HAHA. We came in and watched Nascar racing and vegged out a little. Then we found out more about our friend. He had gone over the edge of a trail. He tumbled head first down about a 4 foot drop and landed on his side on a pile of rocks, then the quad came down and landed on him. It took 4 hours before rescue crews could get him out to an area where he could be life-flighted to Phoenix. That was all we found out for then.
Monday we got to ride the horses... yeehaw! Pics in MY next post! (Seems hubby is hooked on blogging cause he is sitting at the desktop computer writing his own at this moment.)
Later Monday we found out that our friend had gone into surgery for his broken hip. Apparently it all started when he was rounding a curve on the trail and ended up going over the edge. The buddy he was with was able to pull the quad up off him and our friend was going to try and climb up, but he realized he could not move, One foot was turned the wrong way. There was no cell service, so the buddy had to leave our friend and try and get a call out. Our friend was able to right his wrong way foot with his other foot and prop it up with a rock for a little more comfort. The ambulance and fire truck could not get close to where he was, so they hiked in and worked on him, there were some cowboys that came in and ended up getting some nearby ranchers to help out. Finally, 4 hours later our friend was loaded in the helicopter had about a 10 minute window to lift off or weather would ground them again.
Tuesday, back to the grind of a work day, then home to do a little laundry and gather things to bring to the hospital.
Wednesday.. to the hospital with hubby and a few other buddies. The drive is not too bad, it only took about an hour and 45 minutes. Our friend is doing quite well. He says his hip, which the bone that goes into the pelvis was broken, has pins in it and he is already walking pretty well. He had broken 9 ribs and that was what the doctors were most concerned about. Until his chest stops bleeding they cannot let him out. Looks like it will be Saturday that he will get to go home.

Today was... back to work for both hubby and I. It is month end, so I am under pressure to get as much accomplished as I can (each month is the same). But I love what I do. One more day, then it is weekend and we will go riding again. We plan on trailering the horses to somewhere we have not been to before.
Whhhheewwwww. Can't wait til tomorrow is over!

When I called to make the reservations for camping this past weekend, I had originally called to the fair grounds, which in turn gave me the phone # to call to actually make the reservation. I called that number, made our reservation and figured everything would be great. We packed and left first thing Saturday morning. We arrive at the fair grounds, drive in and at the entrance is a sign that says the park manager is located in space 15. We make our way around to that space and out comes a guy in his leather pants, his red, white and blue bandana tied backwards on his head, his Harley Davidson parked near his trailer. He looks to be 60 years old, but I think that is just because he has a swollen, bubbly nose from too much drinking in his life. Anyway, he says there is no openings when I tell him we had a reservation. He gives a call over to another camping site and we are told that our reservation is for that facility. Which is 10 miles away. We figure we might as well go there.

We arrive other there at 9:30, I check in, letting them know how upset I was to find out that they did not ask which facility I wanted to be at when I first called because how was I to know that I there were 2 to choose from. They apologized and said they had a lovely spot for us there. They also told us about the amenities they have, which are cable hook up, water electric, there is an exercise room, a laundry room, a craft room and a giant big screen TV room. AND this place was a 55+ age community. What a crack up, I was fuming and laughing at the same time. So, we go to the spot that they have reserved for us and there is already a camper there. Back to the office we go. This is really getting FUN!

They ask us if we mind having a spot where we must back the trailer in, we said FINE. We look on the little map they give us and it is the tiniest campsite they have. It is also on the corner of which 2 streets exit at to proceed toward the exit of the campground. Can you spell NIGHTMARE.

The dog had a nice first trip out.

Ok, so I had a small punch biopsy on my face last week and Tuesday April 29th I was to go in to have the nurse to take out the one measly old stitch I had …which is something I could take care of myself. But first go back to the night before this, Monday, I had pulled on the horses corral panel to try and straighten out one of the stalls and ended up scrapping a good chunk of skin out of the palm of my hand on a screw sticking out of the bottom rung of the panel. Now, back to Tuesday… when I am in to see the nurse for the stitch removal she notices my hand and says she can get it cleaned up, but also asked me when was the last time I had a Tetanus shot. I can’t remember if it had been within the last 5 years, so the doc says to just go ahead and get the Diptheria/Tetanus/Pertussis combo shot. I was told that this shot gives a bad reaction and can make my arm slightly sore for up to 2 weeks, but not like what I was experiencing. Tuesday nite was not too bad, and Wednesday at work I could tolerate the pain, but it was beginning to get a bit stiff, but I was told to use heat on it. So last night I slept with the heating pad on it. By 2:30 this morning I could no longer move my arm at all. I got to work this morning and told everyone that I no longer have a functioning left arm. They all said I needed to be seen right away… so I tag myself in (I work at the medical center) to see the doc and find out that I should not have used heat on it as much as I did … and it looks like the injection was given into the muscle, but a little too high on the arm which made this a pretty bad reaction. Now I get to take a muscle relaxer and ibuprofen all because I went to get a stitch out.

See if I ever go to the doc again when I can take care of the problem myself…. LOL

This was from Friday, April 4th.........

I thought I was pretty much done with having kidney stones. It had been almost 3 years since I recall having them bad enough to get doped up and miss work. BUT then……… yesterday I wake up and sure enough that dang pain, I know THIS pain, started up and I can tell this is a bad batch of stones. Luckily it was close to when the medical center where I work would be open. I can live with the pain for the next hour and half just to not have to go to the hospital. My youngest son takes me in (he is such a great kid). Once I am there and they get my vitals and I pee for them they get that wonderful IV into my hand (on only the 2^nd try mind you). I find out that I had a urinary tract infection and a kidney infection along with stones. So, one shot of pain meds in one buttock, then I roll over and they give me the shot for nausea and I do pretty good for about 35 minutes…UH OH, here comes the pain again….all the nurse had to do was look at me and then came the morphine… aaaaahhhh, pain free. I usually have a very high tolerance for pain, but this was pretty bad. I hate taking drugs and will most times just ride out the pain of just about anything, but I am glad I got the morphine this time. I went home and just vegged out for the remainder of the day.

I pray not to get kidney stones again… OH, and I will drink tons more water too so watch out when I make a bee-line to the toitee.