Well that didn't help

I had an injection on Wednesday, basically a nerve block with a mega dose of steroids mixed in. It hurt like hell. I went into the little OR on my own two feet and came out in a wheelchair. It was one of those, "Surely this is not a good thing" moments. If anything it's made it worse because now those muscles are sore from me tensing up while there was a needle the size of a lead pipe in my back. I wasn't able to walk the rest of the day because my thighs were numb, then Thursday wasn't much better and I actually hurt worse than I had before Wednesday, not counting the sore muscles.

It turns out that the ligament isn't torn, it's an actual disc itself. On top of that another one is herniated, and one is a bulging disc. He's hoping to be able to get me started with PT by next time I go in, which is a couple weeks away.

I'm really so on the edge of my breaking point. This has to help.

The sticker

I went on Friday and got a handicapped parking thing.

It's one thing to know you really hurt. But it's another thing to have them hand you a handicapped pass. Even the better parking spot doesn't make me feel any better.

Saddle is here!!

The saddle came today! I think I like it. I'm still deciding honestly. I so wish I could go for a ride and try it out.

Anyway, the hub had to help me put it on her, because I couldn't carry it outside. It doesn't weigh that much, but with my back funked I just can't do it.

Here's the custom tooling:



And the pretty girl with her saddle on. Sort of, I don't have a cinch yet. Since I can't ride, it hasn't been a priority.



The purple suede was supposed to be a dark royal, plum color. It's obviously not. I have no idea if I can have that replaced or not. It'd probably be cheaper for me to find someone local who can replace it than it would be to ship it back. I'm going to look into it...cause that's just too purple.

After a little bit, I put the back cinch on her to help hold it on. After a little bit, I took the lead rope off to see what she'd do. No kicking, no running, no bucking, she just wandered around behind me like, "What are you doing? Aren't we gonna go?" At one point I looked back, and she'd stopped. The saddle had slipped and was practically hanging under her belly. (I didn't cinch up the rear cinch very tight, just enough to keep it mostly in place. She stood there until we got to her and took it off. She just stopped! There was no freaking out, no bucking, no nothing. Just a, "hey, you guys..." I was really impressed. Times like that I really marvel at how far she's come in such a short time.