Thursday, 26 July 2012

Fifty shades of purple...

...is the bruise on my back (well, more bottom, really, but back sounds better).

Titch (who is on the mend and allowed to walk and trot. This isn't always strictly adhered to) and I have had two horrible accidents this week

No.1: We suddenly came across thick brambles in a very narrow lane, and got caught up in them. He was frightened and wanted to career onwards, in which case we would have been shredded. As it was, I just managed to turn him round and go back the way we came, and only I was shredded. Okay. Badly scratched, then. There was a lot of blood, and we were both upset.

No.2: Next day, off we set again. Lovely day, sun shining, both of us cheerful. Suddenly a deer appeared, and Titch leapt in the air. So did I. Sadly, we parted company in mid-air and I landed on my back and hip. On concrete. Titch made off homewards and I lay on the ground wondering whether I'd been killed, as you do. Couldn't get signal on phone. Meanwhile, Titch reappeared to see what had happened to me (aaaaaaah!). "What are you doing down there?" he asked. I tried to explain. But he made his apologies and cantered off, muttering something about lunch time, and he was going home even if I wasn't.

To cut a long story short, I had a nice little journey in an ambulance and a night in hospital and Titch is okay. I'm very sore, can hardly walk, and have an amazing bruise (I have a picture of it, and will post it if you promise to buy my book). I shall also miss my lovely niece's wedding on Saturday.

So far, it has not been a good week.

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  1. Wow I found your fifty shades of purple far more exciting than that book of grey. I'm so sorry to hear you're having a tough time. Tell Titch he should have told someone before he had lunch what had happened, but I bet he had his mouth full at the time and it went clear out of his head. Hope you feel better soon

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    1. Thanks Paula. I'd managed to phone before Titch got home, so he was off the hook!

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  2. I'm so, so sorry, Frances, that your week has been so horribly painful. I hope you make a very fast recovery. It's good that Titch is mending well, but I can only imagine how very sore you must be at the moment. Your bruise must be impressive. I'd definitely like to see that.
    Get well soon and best wishes to Titch too. x

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    1. Thanks, Joanna. What worries me is that thing about things coming in threes....

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  3. Oh, Frances how awful! You poor thing! Sounds terrifying as well as painful.

    We had to wait the other day for a horse which had been spooked - very - by a wheelchair, and I thought of you and Titch then. He wasn't a bit bothered by cars, vans and people, but that wheelchair really frightened him.

    Get well soon and take care x

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    1. Titch hates wheelchairs too. They don't like anything they don't see often. Stupid animals!

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  4. Oh dear, oh dear! Poor you! Forgive me for not showing any sympathy this time for Titch. None at all. It is, after all, YOU who has the impressive bruise and the pain, and you who is missing out on the wedding.
    Although I have already bought your book, I don't need to see your bruise to imagine how painful it must be. I suppose at least no bones were broken, or otherwise they would have kept you in hospital longer, wouldn't they?
    (And bruises can hurt a lot more than a nice clean break, my Dad once told me...)

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    1. Thanks, Meike. Yes. Soft tissue injuries are horrible because you can't set them as you do for bones. The bruise has been quite a talking point. Everyone says its the biggest they've ever seen (well, I have to get something out of this!).

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  5. So sweet of Titch to come back to see if you were alive. Was he the one who called for the ambulance, or did his arrival home alone alert a human to dial for him?
    No need for photos of your bruise. I've been a passenger in a few accidents myself, and have tripped over my own feet often enough to know how painful and debilitating bruises can be.
    So sorry about you missing your niece's wedding, but you probably wouldn't be able to sit still to enjoy it.
    Heal soon!
    K

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  6. Hi, Kay. Yes. Titch was a total poppet. He couldn't phone because so far I've held out against buying him a mobile. He says all his friends have them, but I know for a fact that this isn't true.

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    1. Well at least you haven't lost your sense of humour!

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  7. Seriously though I have a few suggestions given your apparent proneness to breaking your back and otherwise damaging yourself. Firstly don't ride horses or bikes although the latter are less prone to being spooked by wheelchairs. Secondly if you do insist on pursuing that rather crazy pastime on Titch then give in and buy him that mobile! At least he'll have no excuse for running away - unless, of course, you go riding where there's no signal.

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    1. Give up riding? That must be a misprint. As for the mobile, I was driven over to visit him today. He's still banging in about ont (" of course if I'd had a mobile..." etc etc).

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  8. oh Damn! It suddenly sank in what the likely interpretation of your post title meant and I rushed over, hoping to be proven wrong. Sadly not the case. That's a long way down. All you can do is consume anti-inflammatories and wait it out. Can't you go to the wedding in a wheel chair?

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    1. I knew you'd understand! No wheelchair, I'm afraid, but a bit better today. Thank you!

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  9. Poor you Frances - I was squirming as I read it. Pity about the wedding though.

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    1. Thanks, Colette. I'm squirming, full stop!

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  10. At least your bottle is always half full Frances and you see the positive and the humour in everything. There's a joke in there somewhere. Get better soon.

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    1. Thanks, Maggie. Believe me, when it happened, my bottle was totally empty...

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  11. Spectacular bruise - and I bruise easily. The last time I had something similar, I was about 14. He refused the jump, put his head down and I went straight through it. The jump was fallen trees and brambles on a disused walker's path. The concussion wasn't too bad but I was on my own so came round to him nuzzling my face with his whiskers (sorry, Mum - are you OK?) but I gave up jumping, apart from in a ring, at that point - my rider's hat was split from front to back and my parents would have been horrified. I never told them :-) Would love to get on a horse again, but I'm too old to bounce well :-)

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