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I Get Knocked Down (Simply I Get Upwards Again): The Refrain of 2020

This yr keeps delivering its hits, and July has been no exception (at to the lowest degree for me). The good news is that with these blows comes the opportunity to grow and acquire. Betwixt a house burn down and a laid upwards horse, I am beingness afforded enough 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. Every bit I sit down here sipping my java and reflecting on the past sevenish months, Chumbawamba's 1997 vocal "Tubthumping" keeps coming to my mind unbidden (also, I was today years former when I learned the proper name of the vocal was "Tubthumping" and not "I Get Knocked Down"):

I get knocked down, but I get up once more
Yous are never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, just I get upwardly again
Y'all are never gonna go along me down
I get knocked down, but I become up once again
Y'all are never gonna keep me down
I go knocked down, just I get upwards again
Yous are never gonna go along me down

Truthfully, it was just that portion of the song that kept popping upwardly in my caput. When I looked up the lyrics, I was surprised to realize that refrain makes upward about one-half the vocal. Then I realized that the song evenmore fitting for 2020 because, well, nosotros keep getting hit with wave after wave, right?

(If you tin zoom in on the pictures in this Instagram post, I recommend it. It'due south worth it.)

Looking at the residual of the lyrics, they're not unsuited to this year either:

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

Mayhap not so much the part about singing songs, but definitely the part nigh drinking. I hateful, 2020 has been a hell of a year, right?

And but to add some more whine to the situation, I've had a couple of personal things pop upwardly that are keeping life … interesting. Three weeks ago, my house caught fire. Y'all. My. Firm. Defenseless. Burn. On my husband'southward birthday.

The scene when I arrived at my business firm. Photo by DeAnn Long Sloan.

Fortunately no flames were bursting through the roof, but they did have to saw into my slate roof to find the source of the fire. Photo by DeAnn Long Sloan.

To be off-white, other than not having a burn down, we are actually truly lucky. My married man, kids and dog were exterior in the lawn. I was at the bar similar the good mother I am. The kids smelled something and the neighbor saw fume, so my husband was able to react quickly by flipping the main breaker (it was an electrical fire) and the neighbors chosen 911 right away. Multiple fire departments were grooming at a park nearby, so they arrived inside 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.

But, the fire started in the attic, so to brand certain it did not spread, the burn down departments did an admirable job of locating the source and dousing information technology with water. A lot of water. And the source was in the attic… above the 3rd flooring. The laws of physics tell united states that what goes up must come down, and come downward the h2o did… all the mode to the basement. So even though not much burned and the smoke damage is minimal, the water impairment is all-encompassing enough to ensure that we're out of the firm for the foreseeable time to come and that a fair corporeality of mitigation, demolition and rebuilding will be happening.

My third floor after some demolition. Photo by DeAnn Long Sloan.

My bedroom after some sabotage. Photo past DeAnn Long Sloan.

The good news is that everyone is condom and healthy. Fifty-fifty the true cat, who appeared the twenty-four hours after the fire after hiding who-knows-where.

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

Information technology doesn't seem that nosotros lost annihilation irreplaceable (and even if nosotros did, it's just stuff, right?) and we have good insurance. Information technology may have taken a burn down to make information technology happen, but my basement is organized, my floors will be refinished and someone else is washing and folding all of my laundry (since I have a husband, three young childrenand I'm an equestrian, this is no minor matter). I recollect there were even a couple of horse coolers and my chinks that got taken to exist cleaned. Silver linings, right?

And then, as my family unit and I have been navigating the fire and everything it entails, a pre-existing concern became more than of an issue. Mac, my half dozen-year-onetime off-track Thoroughbred (JC Rightful Goddess) had come in lame the week earlier the fire. Seeing some diagonal lameness (right front to left hind), I put her on stall rest. To make the instance interesting, at that place was no obvious swelling or heat, simply I put a continuing wrap on the correct front anyway, rubbed down her hind end with some liniment (as the issue appeared to be upward high), gave her some Bute and called the vet. The vet couldn't make information technology out to practice a full lameness examination until the following week and, as it wasn't urgent, I connected the course of activity I was already taking and waited for the vet.

Over the course of the next few days at that place was some minor improvement (the hind end lameness subsided and the front right lameness appeared to exist in the foot), but my equus caballus certainly wasn't sound. And so in she stayed, with a standing wrap and hoof wrap in case information technology was a really bad abscess. My mare is not known for her stoicism, so it was not 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 fire happened (read in a higher place), my friend and barn manager took over my mare'southward care for a couple of days while I regrouped, the same grade of action ensued and I waited for the vet.

What seemed like an eternity after (just information technology was really only a week and some), the vet fabricated information technology out. Even though I had made an engagement with the intention of doing a full lameness work up, it was quite apparent that the issue was in the right front end. Later on blocking the foot both medially and laterally, the lameness became less pronounced but did not become 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 support: I don't typically call the vet every time I think my equus caballus has an abscess. Normally I care for it like an abscess (liberally use an epsom table salt poultice to the foot, diaper it, vet wrap it and duct record it,) maybe talk to the farrier and move on after information technology drains. However, this year has been marked by a lot of small issues that have kept my mare laid up more frequently than not. I decided to exist done with it and just do a full work up. However, that was derailed by the obvious effect with the front right leg during this vet visit. After all, you can't do a total lameness piece of work up if there is an astute issue that needs to be addressed in the moment.

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

That'south never a good sign.

The 10-ray indicated that Mac has a hairline fracture in her front right pastern. Cracking.

There'southward the fracture… Photograph by DeAnn Long Sloan.

The expert news is that it is a fracture and it will heal with proper rehab. More than good news is that there seems to exist little harm to the ligaments and tendons. I had my vet practice an ultrasound to make sure because if there is extensive soft tissue damage that will affect our time to come 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 right (fractured) leg and a no-bow and standing wrap on the left leg for back up. As of right now I haven't wrapped her hind legs considering her incessant stall walking keeps her from getting stocked up. She's on anti-inflammatories and all the hay she can eat. The vet volition be doing a recheck in a few weeks and we will move forward from there.

As I navigate my style through my mare'south rehabilitation, I volition be offering regular updates with some fire drama thrown in for good measure. And, lest I seem like I am feeling too sorry for myself, permit me say that I am very aware of how fortunate I am. My family and pets are prophylactic and mostly healthy. I take been afforded the opportunity to Really organize my house and purge it of unnecessary stuff (of which at that place was a lot), examine what is necessary and what is not and to rethink my approach to my goals with my horse.

I go knocked downwardly, merely I get up again…

Maybe information technology'south time for the Whiskey drinkable or Vodka drink. Onward and upward.

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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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