I swear, if I could order a house-call masseuse at midnight without being worried it might be confused as soliciting… I would already be dialing the phone!
After two days at Del Mar, mucking, moving horses, moving bags of feed and shavings and running around, my entire body is tense and I’m more sore than I can remember being in a very long time!
But it’s a good sore. It’s a sore that says I’m still living and I’m starting to “do” again. And it’s a sore that says I’m going to sleep very well tonight… if I ever make it to bed!
After 15 hours working Trav and I are at Hoag as we think he got a concussion during a fall last week. If I’ve learned anything from my last few months it’s that you don’t take the brain for granted.
(Update: Trav confirmed to have a concussion and likely a fracture under his eye.)
Lucky for them, we brought half the dirt and alfalfa with us…. I think we may be the dirtiest patients ever!
