Broken Toe Woes

I mentioned a few posts ago that a horse had stomped on me and broken my littlest toe.  I decided that it wasn't bad enough to go to the doctor, and have settled for regular ice sessions, elevation, and trying to remember to tape/vet wrap it.  I've also been avoiding wearing shoes because, well, swelling.  AND IT WAS GETTING BETTER!  Still painful to walk on, and painful to ride with, but it was starting to look like a normal toe again.

I just want to mention really quickly here that the horse who stepped on my foot originally is the only saddleseat-shown saddlebred in my entire barn (seriously, we have eight saddlebreds, one is retired, one is saddleseat, and the rest are eventers or training to be eventers), and therefore the only horse in the barn with those monstrous weighted stacked wedge pad shoe contraptions.  Which is probably why she was able to inflict so much damage despite my boots.

Ahem.  Wearing close-toed shoes at the barn is important.

TODAY I made an unexpected trip out to help with evening feed.  My big kid job involves 4 overnight shifts a week, which leaves time for loads of barn work, so I clean stalls Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday and then help out with feeding 2-5 days a week.  Today wasn't planned, and I was already running errands when I got the summons, so I arrived at the barn in sandals.  A SMARTER PERSON THAN ME would have taken the extra 20 minutes to go home and change shoes, or would have had boots in the car at all times, or would have tried to find someone with a pair to loan.  But I was all like OH NO, it'll be fine, shoes hurt with the swelling anyways and I really almost never get stepped on, and flip flops are way comfier than boots.  (I'm an idiot).

I'm sure that you can tell where this is going.  The retired saddlebred (who thankfully does NOT wear monster shoes) stomped on my foot.  The same one.  On the same side.  Which at least confirmed that if it wasn't broken before, it is now. Why are the only two non-jumping saddlebreds out to stomp me?!

You're an idiot, Ma. - Leo

SO.  I didn't work my horse today.  I limped through the rest of my shift, talked with my trainer about possibly putting Leo into some sort of 1-2 times a week training program with her because I think he could use the professional help, and then dragged myself home, where my very concerned boyfriend lectured me on footwear safety. Then I tried to find anywhere in town with a walking boot in my size, failed miserably, cried a little bit, and headed to work.  My dad is driving in from Indiana to visit this weekend and I had a whole plan for hiking and getting him to ride one of the old school horses, and I can't find a boot and can't really walk very well and can't ride my horse so I'm grouchy.

Disappointed in me, probably.

At least my horse is cute.