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I Get Knocked Down (But I Get Upwardly Once again): The Refrain of 2020

This year keeps delivering its hits, and July has been no exception (at least for me). The good news is that with these blows comes the opportunity to grow and learn. Between a firm burn down and a laid up horse, I am being afforded plenty of chances for growth.

2020 has been a hell of a year. Betwixt multiple global crises and, like, life in general,  we're stuck in this never-ending cycle of suck. As I sit here sipping my coffee and reflecting on the past sevenish months, Chumbawamba'due south 1997 song "Tubthumping" keeps coming to my mind unbidden (also, I was today years quondam when I learned the proper name of the song was "Tubthumping" and not "I Become Knocked Down"):

I get knocked downward, merely I go upwards again
You are never gonna go on me down
I get knocked down, but I get up once again
Y'all are never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, just I get up again
Yous are never gonna proceed me downwardly
I get knocked down, merely I go up again
Y'all are never gonna keep me down

Truthfully, it was only that portion of the song that kept popping up in my head. When I looked upwards the lyrics, I was surprised to realize that refrain makes up nigh one-half the song. Then I realized that the song evenmore fitting for 2022 considering, well, we go along getting striking with moving ridge after moving ridge, right?

(If you lot tin zoom in on the pictures in this Instagram post, I recommend it. It's worth information technology.)

Looking at the rest of the lyrics, they're non unsuited to this year either:

He drinks a Whiskey drink, he drinks a Vodka drinkable
He drinks a Lager drinkable, he drinks a Cider beverage
He sings the songs that remind him of the adept times
He sings the songs that remind him of the best times

Maybe non and then much the office about singing songs, merely definitely the part about drinking. I mean, 2022 has been a hell of a year, correct?

And but to add some more whine to the situation, I've had a couple of personal things pop up that are keeping life … interesting. Three weeks ago, my house caught fire. Y'all. My. House. Caught. Fire. On my married man'due south altogether.

The scene when I arrived at my house. Photo past DeAnn Long Sloan.

Fortunately no flames were bursting through the roof, merely they did take to saw into my slate roof to detect the source of the fire. Photograph past DeAnn Long Sloan.

To exist fair, other than not having a fire, we are really truly lucky. My husband, kids and canis familiaris were outside in the lawn. I was at the bar like the good mother I am. The kids smelled something and the neighbor saw smoke, so my married man was able to react quickly past flipping the master breaker (it was an electrical fire) and the neighbors called 911 right away. Multiple fire departments were training at a park nearby, and so they arrived within five minutes. The fire was controlled and nothing was actually burnt other than some joists and insulation in our attic.

Burnt spray foam insulation and … other stuff. Photo by DeAnn Long Sloan.

Merely, the fire started in the attic, so to brand sure it did not spread, the fire departments did an admirable job of locating the source and dousing it with water. A lot of water. And the source was in the attic… above the third floor. The laws of physics tell u.s. that what goes up must come down, and come down the water did… all the way to the basement. So fifty-fifty though not much burned and the smoke damage is minimal, the water damage is extensive enough to ensure that we're out of the house for the foreseeable futurity and that a fair amount of mitigation, demolition and rebuilding volition exist happening.

My third floor later on some demolition. Photo by DeAnn Long Sloan.

My bedchamber afterwards some demolition. Photo past DeAnn Long Sloan.

The good news is that everyone is safe and healthy. Even the cat, who appeared the mean solar day after the burn down after hiding who-knows-where.

Toothless the Wonder True cat (real name is Moana), safe, sound and clearly thrilled. Photo past DeAnn Long Sloan.

It doesn't seem that we lost anything irreplaceable (and even if we did, it's but stuff, right?) and nosotros have adept insurance. Information technology may have taken a fire to make information technology happen, only my basement is organized, my floors will exist refinished and someone else is washing and folding all of my laundry (since I have a hubby, three young childrenand I'm an equestrian, this is no small thing). I think there were even a couple of horse coolers and my chinks that got taken to be cleaned. Silver linings, right?

So, as my family and I take been navigating the fire and everything information technology entails, a pre-existing concern became more of an issue. Mac, my half dozen-twelvemonth-old off-rail Thoroughbred (JC Rightful Goddess) had come in lame the week before the burn. Seeing some diagonal lameness (correct front to left hind), I put her on stall residuum. To make the case interesting, there was no obvious swelling or heat, simply I put a standing wrap on the right front anyway, rubbed down her hind finish with some liniment (equally the issue appeared to be upwards high), gave her some Bute and called the vet. The vet couldn't arrive out to exercise a full lameness exam until the following week and, as it wasn't urgent, I continued the course of activeness I was already taking and waited for the vet.

Over the course of the next few days in that location was some minor improvement (the hind stop lameness subsided and the front end right lameness appeared to be in the foot), simply my horse certainly wasn't sound. So in she stayed, with a standing wrap and hoof wrap in case information technology was a actually bad abscess. My mare is not known for her stoicism, so information technology was non out of the realm of possibility that an abscess would cause this extreme of a reaction.

Hoping for an abscess. Photograph by DeAnn Long Sloan.

Then the burn happened (read above), my friend and barn manager took over my mare's treat a couple of days while I regrouped, the same course of activity ensued and I waited for the vet.

What seemed like an eternity afterward (merely it was really only a week and some), the vet fabricated it out. Fifty-fifty though I had made an date with the intention of doing a full lameness piece of work up, it was quite apparent that the issue was in the right forepart. After blocking the foot both medially and laterally, the lameness became less pronounced but did not go away. So, not an abscess. Damn.

Mac, sedated and playing a balancing game on the wooden blocks following her x-ray. Photo by DeAnn Long Sloan.

Let me back up: I don't typically phone call the vet every fourth dimension I recollect my horse has an abscess. Normally I treat it similar an abscess (liberally utilize an epsom salt poultice to the foot, diaper it, vet wrap it and duct tape it,) maybe talk to the farrier and motion on later it drains. Yet, this year has been marked past a lot of small issues that have kept my mare laid upward more oftentimes than not. I decided to exist done with it and just practice a total work up. All the same, that was derailed past the obvious issue with the front right leg during this vet visit. After all, yous can't do a total lameness work up if there is an acute issue that needs to exist addressed in the moment.

Anyhow, back to the result at hand. Following the block, nosotros sedated Mac and took radiographs (I say "nosotros," only let's be honest — my vet did all the work while I held a pb rope and watched). My back was turned away from the computer when my vet pulled up the films on the screen. I heard her say "Well, that's interesting."

That'due south never a good sign.

The X-ray indicated that Mac has a hairline fracture in her front end right pastern. Smashing.

There's the fracture… Photo past DeAnn Long Sloan.

The good news is that it is a fracture and information technology volition heal with proper rehab. More good news is that at that place seems to be little damage to the ligaments and tendons. I had my vet do an ultrasound to brand certain because if there is all-encompassing soft tissue damage that volition affect our hereafter more profoundly than a fracture ever could.

So, for now, Mac is on stall rest with a no-bow quilt and vet wrap on the correct (fractured) leg and a no-bow and standing wrap on the left leg for support. Every bit of right now I haven't wrapped her hind legs because her ceaseless stall walking keeps her from getting stocked up. She's on anti-inflammatories and all the hay she can eat. The vet will be doing a recheck in a few weeks and we will movement forward from there.

As I navigate my way through my mare's rehabilitation, I will be offering regular updates with some fire drama thrown in for good measure. And, lest I seem like I am feeling besides sorry for myself, let me say that I am very aware of how fortunate I am. My family and pets are safety and more often than not healthy. I have been afforded the opportunity to Actually organize my firm and purge it of unnecessary stuff (of which in that location was a lot), examine what is necessary and what is not and to rethink my approach to my goals with my horse.

I become knocked downwards, only I get upwards again…

Possibly information technology'southward fourth dimension for the Whiskey drink or Vodka potable. Onward and upwards.

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Source: https://www.horsenation.com/2020/07/22/i-get-knocked-down-but-i-get-up-again-the-refrain-of-2020/

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