I have been so oddly exhausted since I came back from vacation. I definitely had legit land sickness after getting off the cruise ship, which was odd because I’ve never had it before. But there I was, with a cold and possible sinus infection, dizzy and spinning every time I sat still for more than a few moments at a time. The first few days I was also super fatigued and couldn’t concentrate which was awful — school was starting, and I was trying to sort out documents and attendance and all the inquiries that came with it. And any time I sat down to answer emails I felt like I was drunk. For four days.
Weirdly, I felt fine as long as I was up and moving or driving. But any other time I just wanted to go to sleep. So I slept a lot.
I’m still feeling a little not-normal (tipsy as opposed to trashed), which has led to earlier-than-normal bedtimes and less writing/blogging/working in the evenings (kinda a staple for me). I seem to be all caught up on my seep deficit though, because for the last few mornings I’ve been getting up slightly before my alarm feeling totally refreshed. This is also weird.
Pony life trudges on despite my tiredness. I was pretty boo-boo faced for a couple of weeks there, since Murray is the funnest horse I know right now, and not riding him means… a lot less fun. There are plenty of other horses to ride, including some really kind offers from friends, but it’s different. Unexpectedly, though, I’ve been having a ton of fun riding one of the ottbs in for training — she’s smart, and I know just enough to teach her a few things, so we’re making a lot of the progressive little steps that greenies make.
I also started hand walking Murray, which is half ridiculousness and half really boring lazy horse being dragged around by his tiny owner. At first, Murray gets excited and thinks we are going for turnout — he loves turnout. This elicits all kinds of jigging and antics from him as we approach the arena. When he realizes that I’m not letting him free, the exuberance leaves him. But still, he’s out of his stall, and that is a cause for joy when on stall rest. Until he realizes I’m power walking him around for 30 minutes over poles and in figures. Then the feet become really heavy. Today he tripped over a set of walk poles, never really managed/bothered to get his feet back underneath him and stumbled through them, then angrily stomped the ground and kicked the air right after the poles. Yes, Murray. You tell those poles who is boss.
If you have good exercises for hand walking the pony, I’m all ears. I’ve made a short list of things I want to train Murray to do, both riding/work associated and just for funs (e.g. take medicine from a syringe without murder, and other useful trix). This little break is also a great opportunity for us to brush up on some behaviors that I know we’ll need in the coming months — clipper desensitization round 5, anyone? And eventually I plan to tack walk and really get our walk improved under saddle. I just… don’t want to deal with that quite yet. Though perhaps it’s a better idea now, when it’s hot and he’s a woolly mammoth, than in a few weeks when it really starts to cool off.
The other thing I could use some ideas on is bandaging. After the, uh, accidental leg-wax I gave him, Murray is not too keen on elastikon. I need something that will help hold the bandage in place on the top and bottom without ripping out half of Murray’s hair on its way out — or a surefire solution to removing the elastikon without pulling out any hair. Despite my best efforts, I just can’t seem to not rip his hair out. And Murray is understandably a little tender about the whole leg hair situation right now. It’s a long shot, since the value of elastikon is its stickiness and tension. But I figured if anyone would know, it’s the collective blogoverse.
And that’s kinda the extent of it right now. We’ll just keep putting one foot in front of the other until this stupid leg is back to its glorious former self.