More rib stuff
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♥Jan. 20th, 2012 // 10:00 am♥
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Been to the GP. As expected, not much to be done for it: he thinks I probably sproinged the cartilage, rather than cracking a bone (no bruising or swelling), but had a listen and a feel and says that it all seems ok, I probably just did something to pull it a bit. Just got to live with it. Sigh.
(Still, inevitably as I was off to the GP today, last night and this morning it was a bit better than it had been... hurts now, though, from the poking.) |
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Side saddle
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♥Jan. 20th, 2012 // 04:59 pm♥
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Today, after months of trying to get hold of them, the Side Saddle Lady and her Daughter came to see me!
(They also came to see my up-the-road instructor, who was having a lesson with Daughter. I snuck in and watched, chatting occasionally to SSL*, and was insanely reassured to find that Daughter was telling my instructor off for the same things that my instructor tells me off for!)
* SSL's first words on being told by Daughter who I am were "Oh dear, you're bigger than I thought you'd be... I don't mean that rudely..." Oops. I did tell her my height and weight....
After they'd finished up the road, they came down to the yard and I took GB over to meet them, much to his bemusement ('why do I have a bridle but no rug or saddle...?') and suspicion (on account of how I was carrying the side saddle).
When they had a look at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif) clanwilliam's saddle on him, they pronounced it to be too tight over the withers, which I'd suspected and which explains why GB wasn't keen. We moved onto the ones that they'd brought with them, and after discarding the ones that had the same problem, or were just too wide, or were apparently so uncomfortable that they caused GB to take a chunk out of my arm, found a couple of possibles in the half a dozen they'd crammed into their car.
We had a go with the better of the two, and everything seemed good: I found the fixed head more comfortable than on the one I'd been using and it was much easier to sit to the trot, which I think means that GB preferred it too (with the other one, he's tended to be very fast and therefore bouncy, but he was taking it in much more of his usual slow way with this saddle: hopefully, this means that he was uncomfortable but now is ok again). I even got a few tips from Daughter about my position, which I really must try to remember!
After I got off, we had another quick look at the other possible, but SSL firmly declared that the one we'd tried was the best bet.
So, I've signed an agreement, and I have a new side saddle to try out (another Owen, as it happens, but an older one) for six months!
All I need to do is a bit of shopping: need a longer girth, and a new numnah, and... well, I suppose really I'd better have a riding habit, hadn't I...?
(Some day soon, when it is both sunny and a weekend, I will get Mike to take pictures!) |
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