(Yesterday) Call to daughter GunDiva: "So, while I'm in town today, do you suppose you could wrap my leg for me?" (She spent many of her younger years as an athletic trainer, so this is a specialty of hers.)
GD: "What did you DO???!"
Me: "Well, I was sort of showing a guest a special side lunge, and my foot landed on the edge of a rug - which slid out from under me. I just pulled a muscle; I think it would feel better wrapped."
GD: (Later, as she is inspecting my right thigh) "Explain to me again just what you did." So I proceed to show her. "So, you did the second-base stretch!"
Me: "Yep, that would be it, but I'm not quite as young as when I used that stretch."
GD: "Have you called your doctor?"
Me: "No. It's just a pulled muscle."
GD: "How do you know?"
Me: "Well, everything still moves in the right direction; it all works, I just have no ...."
GD: "strength in that leg, right?"
Me: "Yeah. - and I have a knot on my knee from where it hit the floor."
GD: "Have you called your surgeon?"
Me: "No. Why?"
GD: "You could have messed up your hip ...."
Me: "Nope. It still works."
I sort of forgot to mention I showed up using my cane heavily again. She graciously did a beautiful wrap on my leg and gave me many warnings about calling my surgeon if the leg didn't feel better in a day or two. I did my normal town stuff, gimping about with my cane and gobbling my ginger root, which I use as an anti-inflammatory instead of Ibuprofen.
Fast forward to today.
Compass (at the Livery): "Juanita, can you come help me out for about 20 minutes? I have a big ride going out and could use an extra hand getting people mounted."
Me: "Sure, be right there."
We get all 15 kids on horses and just as they are leaving the yard with two wranglers, she gets a call from her vet, saying he is on his way up. Now she can't go out with the ride...
Compass: "Can you go out with this ride? I have to stay and wait for my vet. It's only an hour; take my horse."
Right. My leg is wrapped and I don't even know if I can throw it over a horse; it was a fairly major sprain...and her horse is BIG.
Me: "I'll go it I can get on, OK" Amazingly, it was pretty easy to get on the horse and felt quite good, so off I went on a ride that turned into a 1 1/2 hour ride. I even managed to get off and help with a cinch check half way through the ride. It was a big help that I know where all the embankments are to make it easier to mount and dismount a tall critter! (I did learn that her horse has a much rougher trot than either of mine.)
I had just gotten home, when the phone rang.
GD: "Hi Mom. How's the leg?"
Me: "Great. You do a great wrap. Just got back from an hour and half ride."
GD: (Silence, then..) "What?! Are you trying to mess up your body before your clinic?"
Me: "Hey. No cane; no limp; the ride felt good." She's still a really good trainer!!!
And yes, Bill and I both get to go to a clinic in a week. It's a beginner's Cowboy Mounted Shooting clinic, and it's the first time we get to go do something like this together. I am mega-excited!!! We will be taking my two grays, so they can learn how to handle all the sights and sounds involved in this type of sport. So, I was a little worried when I injured myself, that I wouldn't be able to ride for the clinic. I guess that's why I hopped on the horse today; it was a good test.