This is an emergency, this is an actual emergency. If it were a test, you’d be laughing right now.
If I ever find out what I did to piss off the karma gods, I will let you all know so that you can make sure you never, ever do the same thing.
I think I broke my toe today. If I didn’t break it, I bruised it very badly.
As it turns out, riding boots, while offering more protection than, say, tennis shoes, do not offer sufficient protection to save your toe if you drop a utility shed on it.
Allow me to explain.
Like most horse people, I have a tack box. But since I can’t do anything normal, my tack box is not actually a tack box in the traditional sense. You may be thinking of, say, one of those very elegant wooden tack boxes that can only be moved with two people and a prayer to the hernia gods. I don’t own one of those. You may be thinking of those very popular and very versatile rolling Stanely tool boxes. I am not so practical.
No, my tack box is more like a mini garden shed. And by “more like,” I mean, “I bought it at Lowe’s, where they call it a mini outdoor utility shed.” It’s about 4’ tall, 5’ wide, and 2’ deep. It is a spacious thing of organizational beauty.
And this afternoon, as I looked at it sitting in my truck bed, I thought, “Hey, it’s made of plastic. It’s not all that heavy. Or fragile. I’ll just pull it off the bed and let it drop straight down. What’s the worst that can happen?”
My foot could be in the way, for one thing.
Unfortunately, dropping a utility shed on my foot was the least of my problems today.
I am going to skip the details for now, but the net effect was that I got a message yesterday and as a result of that message needed to get Ro off the property as soon as possible. Fortunately, I was able to get her back in the barn we were at all winter and she can stay there for a week or months, whatever I need.
But the stress of the past twenty four hours, plus brutal heat (over 100 again), plus a day spent driving around checking out multiple boarding barns, plus, ultimately, my relief to just have Ro out and someplace where I do not have to worry… all combined to set me up for a situation where I stared at my utiliy shed in my truck bed and thought that pulling it out all on my own was a great idea.
Yeah, not so much.
So, now we’ll see what happens next. My computer broke last week (my life, it’s like a bad country song) and I still have a lot to deal with with this whole situation, so I’m probably going to be absent for a couple weeks while I try to get my life back together, but such is life. It happens. Sometimes it’s all roses and butterflies, and sometimes it hits you on the foot like a falling utility shed. You learn, you go on. Hopping on one foot, perhaps, but you go on…
Barbara says 19 June 2011
good grief! hang in there