Debuting Fourth Level On 1/4 Of A Brain
|"Oh SHIT! We have a SHOW?! I am SO not prepared for this." Pig, most certainly|
Let's recap. In the last 2 months:
- I was having great rides, schooling lots of really nice 4th level work
- My horse told me he needed injections
- My best dog almost died
- My life kind of stopped and I didn't/couldn't continue to ride.
- When I could ride, my horse felt like he had neurological issues, prompting me to just about have a mental breakdown.
- I called the vet back , only to have the vet tell me he thinks the horse is just old and the break in his schedule did not help things, and possibly he needs to be stepped down, but that he (thankfully) does not have EPM and probably not Lyme either. Just age. Lots of age.
- My best dog did die, breaking my heart into a thousand pieces.
- Three days later I drove across the country to Rolex.
- One day after returning from Rolex, I had a conference for work that disrupted everything.
- I realize I am mentally completely worthless, and my head is basically fully mush.
- Two days after the conference I'm at the show grounds to debut 4th level with my old-ass, sometimes gimpy, definitely grumpy, moderately shed out, pasture puff of a horse who hasn't schooled anything more advanced than a "please god stop bucking in this canter transition".
Send help. Or gin. Shit just got real. At this point, I think my goal should maybe just be survive.