It’s been a while since I had the energy surplus to write or draw much. I’ve had five electrotherapy treatments now and healing is hard work. It pays off: I get in the saddle unassisted now. I can ride for 45 minutes without feeling that the world is ending. Well, maybe it’s moderately ending, but not within the next five minutes, anyhow. I’ve managed to trot two whole rounds in the paddock, something I haven’t been able to do for three years.
It feels good. It feels really, really good.
Actually, it hurts like hell, but it’s the kind of hurt that comes from having used your muscles. It’s by far better than the hurt that comes from your central nervous system saying ‘lol nope, we’re not getting out of bed this week, sucks to be you’.
I don’t know what Pilar thinks about it all. I suspect she’s planning to visit my therapist and stomp on her toes.
I still have time to sit with the kitten though.