Oh dear.

Today, I went to LLC (driven by my mom, because it's my driving ankle that's incompacitated) to meet my assistant and see her test out a few more of the ponies. The verdict is that the ponies are much better than I expected and I have less to worry about there than I thought. My assistant is... not particularly confident, a bit timid, looks to others (me, in this case) for a LOT of leadership and direction... although she does mostly know what she's doing. Hmm. It was hard today. I could do virtually nothing on crutches, so I had to step back and let her do almost everything... and by 'let' her do, I mean I had to direct from afar, or nothing would've happened. Hmm. I guess this is the function of a director, then, though. Although, this is problematic, as tomorrow, being immobile, she's going to have to take some of the reins, so to speak... and I'm not sure she's going to do that. I can't wrangle kids, watch horses, make decisons and generally control the chaos, all on crutches. Even I am not that good. ahahha.

But. Everything will happen how it's meant to happen, right?

I'm staying at my mom's tonight, because it's closer to camp, and everything is on one floor that I need, so I can avoid a lot of stairs... plus then, my mom can drive me in. Lindsay (my ass't.) is going to pick up Jason (Tim, no laughing, but I've commandeered him for mornings all week, I think.hahahahaha!), to be an extra set of hands.... and hopefully... all will go smoothly.... ish.

In other news, from being upright all day on crutches, my foot resembled that of a burnt pillsbury dough boy. It was difficult to even distinguish my toes from the rest of my foot. *screams* I hate this. I'm not a person that does 'restrictions' well. Particularly ones where I'm going to have to be sedentary, and feel mostly useless. Bleh. Am I healed yet?

Although, I will admit, the doctor has scared me into submission. He said that from the injury several years ago, and the severity of this one... if I don't let this one heal VERY well (as in, rest it, take care of it, etc.), it will get easier and easier to roll over... and next time, I'll need surgery, because there's a good chance I'll rupture things, if it ever happens again. YIKES. No surgery!!

Anyway... to sleep I go, I think... well, relatively soon, anyway. I'm tired... I'm taking TWO (not the one, i sometimes take!) anti-inflammatory pills, TWICE a day... and they make me SOooooooooooo sleeeeeeeppy...

Tomorrow... is D-Day people... cross your fingers.
(although, really, I think me, mounted on a large black horse, ought to command some respect, yes? ahahha)

Tags: ankle injury, llc
You might find me at: Mom's house....
I'm feeling...: sore

Well. This is a fine mess.

After tripping on a rock on Friday afternoon, I had clearly resprained the "good" ankle (you know, the one that wasn't hurt CURRENTLY, but that I had severely injured 4-5 years ago...)... but I thought, eh, a little ice, and some rest, and it'll get better.

It didn't get better. In fact, it got nasty looking. I have never seen anything swell so much and turn so many different colors. A break?! me thinks to myself. My mother declares that I'm going to the ER (and yes, I have a phobia. Shut up.). We argue about this, but an hour later, I find myself sitting in the waiting room. *sigh*.

Anyway. The net result: It is *not* broken. However, on the Sprain Scale of 1-10, I managed a LOVELY 9+. I tore a lot of things (or re-tore?), and did a lot of damage. On a rock.
I'm supposed to ice it and stay completely off it, I've got crutches to use. They told me that if I don't follow directions this time (I didn't stay off it at all, last time I hurt it), I'll really fuck it up beyond physical-therapy help. So. Off it I am staying.
WHICH, might I add, is just peachy, because now, the ankle I'm having to bear weight on, and use as a support is the one I minorly sprained 3 weeks ago at my clinic. It has healed to about 85% of normal, but was/is still healing, when I've done this major tear.

Ow.

OW.

Here's my problem (I'm searching for creative solutions here). I teach horseback riding at a summer camp. I need to be there for legal reasons (they need the certification I have). I am not allowed to sit in the ring (per the same safety/legal reasons), and pretty much not around the horses as long as I am on crutches - I then become a safety hazard, and because I can't move quickly, a hazard to myself, if something should happen. However, camp must forge on. I have one competent assistant who is not confident enough to command a group (but is a great assistant), and a half-time assistant who is like a big camper - as in, does not know *anything*.

How do I keep my classes running? I've been cleared by the Doctor to sit on a horse (though the down-position of my legs will increase the swelling during the day), which could enable some mobility during the day, but would render me useless in helping at all getting the kids ready (if I'm on a horse already). But, I'm on the ground, I can't be around the horses too much anyway, and don't have the mobility to help the kids, either.

*cries*. This is awful. This was supposed to be an awesome summer. It can NOT start this way.

Tags: ankle injury, llc
You might find me at: home. Sitting.
I'm feeling...: crappy
I'm rockin' out to:: God must hate me - Simple Plan.