The problem with injuries is that if you get active too early in the recovery process, you risk injuring the affected area worse or injuring whatever part of your body you are over-utilizing to compensate for the injured part. However, if you get active too late, you risk muscle atrophy and scar tissue forming in inconvenient ways. So, I like to take the middle road.
My shoulder and knee are still both causing me pain on my left side. My knee locks up going up stairs. My shoulder hurts whenever I sleep on it or use it. Obviously, I have to use my shoulder to lift and carry a heavy saddle, and I have to put my weight on that knee to mount and dismount a horse. I decided to just try it anyway.
My dilemma, now that Lostine's arthritis is bad enough for her to struggle to carry a rider, is that I have to choose between riding my tallest, non-spooky horse, which means having to lift the saddle higher and mount with a bigger effort, or ride one of my moderate height horses who spook, which means never really knowing when my muscles will get jerked around. Since I could at least predict when I needed to lift the saddle, mount and dismount, I chose to go with the tallest horse.
So, I just kept a gentle, but persistent pressure on him to go until he started walking, and thankfully he was just being stubborn. I didn't want to kick, spur or whip him hard if he was injured. I suspect that he remembered that when he acts like he's got a cholla ball stuck in him, I dismount, so he was bluffing. I knew he couldn't have a cholla ball stuck in him, because I purposefully took us in a westerly direction away from the foothills where the cholla cacti grow. I wanted him to have one pleasant ride without getting stabbed.
When we got home, I just sat on him a while to give me time to formulate a plan to dismount in a way that would cause the least amount of pain in my shoulder and knee. Rock got confused and kept moving to different locations, thinking that I wasn't getting off because I didn't like where he was standing. He's so cute.
This is a bouquet of flowers my husband sent me just because...
We have a lot more people in our area this month as is evident by the traffic, long lines, and rescue sirens. The US Postal Service seems to be struggling. We didn't get any mail delivery on Monday, though it wasn't a federal holiday that I am aware of. However, on Tuesday we got two mail deliveries and packages arrived in both. My husband just happened to double check the mailbox at night and found the second delivery with two packages in the box. That was kind of frustrating, because we've had problems with mail thieves this time of year, and it would have been good to know that we needed to pick up our mail twice in one day before someone else did.
Then today I was in the dog's yard cleaning when this little white car came tearing up into my driveway kicking rocks everywhere. The driver proceeded to mess with my mailbox. I watched him, knowing I had just checked the box and nothing was inside. It turned out that he was delivering mail in an unmarked car. These are all not good signs. It could mean that the postal service is running out of money like they've been predicting for a while. Either that or they are super disorganized.