07/02/2017
Cody's 2017 update ... So not such a good start to the new year; I shot myself in the foot being smart. Thought I'd have a bit of a rip around to show everyone I'm THE MAN when I found myself going too fast and the gate's coming up and oh crap the brakes weren't applied soon enough and wammo I banged into a big heavy duty steel gate. Not a problem, hope no one was watching, I'll just wander off now ... but faaaaark, my hoof has gone through the bottom rung of the gate which was hung close to the ground and now it's stuck. So I freaked out, rearing up and yanking the gate off the hinges and no matter how much I tried I couldn't get my hoof out. Now the hindleg is in the gate which is still attached to the post by the latch/chain and things are going from bad to worse. The ole girl who owns me was there but what could she do as I was so upset and, and, oh no, now I've fallen over onto the gate which is nearly lying on the ground and my poor faaaarking hoof is still in the gate and now I'm lying on a 90 degree angle sideways to my hoof. So I lie still, this isn't good. The pain is unbelievable. The ole girl yells for the ole boy and he comes running but what can they do as I'm liable to freak out and kick them in the head if they get in there to cut up the gate, so they ring for a vet to sedate me but non were available for hours. Then Ron Buchanan turne up and he can't believe what he's seeing. Try some more vets, but non could come for hours. Then horror of horrors I hear them talking about guns, and put him out of his misery!!! My leg was bent sideways at the pastern and one of the bones could be seen under the skin protruding so far out of alignment there didn't look to be any hope. Then Ron, bless him, said "I'll cut him out". So they got ropes and tied my back leg back out of harms way, Mum sat on my neck, Dad was swinging on the frontleg rope and Ron got busy sawing with a useless looking hacksaw with about 3" of room to work in. Could you please hurry. Finally, finally it cut through, then another ut and a huge heave from the men and I'm free. I was too scared to move but finally made the effort and got up and unbelievably the pastern popped back into alignment and I could stand on it although it hurt like hell. My backleg is barked all up the inside and I must've bashed my back pastern so that leg's blimmin sore too. But I'm up and alive. Ron had the phone number of Veterinary Associates and they are coming to assess whether I had actually broken some bones. Finally after many, many xrays it was decided that unbelievably nothing was broken, just severe soft tissue damage. So now I'm locked up in a box with the hugest bandage on my leg but on the upside I've got food on tap, yummy baleage, lots of brushing, and the chance of not being rideable again and hey I still got my manbits and I will be just fine for that, just wish I hadn't been such a dick though. So another year will pass without me being out there in the showring ... maybe next year ... yeah right. If that happens I'll think of something else, hopefully not so dramatic.
