Time Challenged

Hey, my friends,

Some of you already know this story, so I just copied and pasted it so as not to have to type it again. Anyway, here goes: You will NOT believe the circus act my life turned into. Picture this: we adopted a wild mustang and her two-month-old colt—basically two unbroken bundles of “nope” wrapped in horsehair. Neither had ever met a kind human, so I set them up in the “spa suite” (translation: special stall where I try to convince them I am not a mountain lion in yoga pants).

So there I am, bravely stepping inside with their dinner, separated only by a wire wall, thinking: What could possibly go wrong? Famous last words.

The colt suddenly decided he was Spider-Man, tried scaling the wire wall, and promptly got himself tangled like a goat in Christmas lights. Meanwhile, his mother was giving me the glare that says, “Lady, if you take one step closer, you’re about to meet Jesus.”

Naturally, my survival instincts kicked in. I tried to moonwalk backwards out of there, smooth and steady… except I had forgotten about the water bucket I left strategically placed in the “trip zone.” One graceful swan dive later, I’m sprawled out like a sack of potatoes, having landed squarely on my left hand.

Fun fact: I am left-handed. Even funner fact: Once I swam out of the bucket, I realized I had managed to fracture my wristbone (actually thought I had broken it), and that hairline fracture is now encased in a cast so big it could double as a medieval weapon. It locks down my thumb and fingers, leaving just the tips sticking out like sad little Vienna sausages.

Do you know how long it has taken me to type this? Imagine a crab with carpal tunnel syndrome trying to send an email—that’s me. Or the equivalent of the same time it would take to carve this note into stone with a spoon!

The doctor swears I’ll get a sleeker, “typing-friendly” cast...soon. It was supposed to have been Wednesday, but the X-ray told a different tale. Not quite healed enough considering the kind of work I do with the animals. Once again, maybe THIS coming week. Appointment Wednesday. Fingers crossed (literally… well, figuratively, because right now my fingers can’t cross). Once I’m mobile again, I’ll get back to everything—including reciprocating all those reviews you've sent my way. If I haven't answered you, it's because it's too aggravating with this monster cast.

Until then, just picture me, a gallant horse-whisperer turned one-handed typist, bravely battling through life with the speed of an arthritic tortoise. And trust me, John’s having a field day with it! He says this is one for the Bless this Mess book. We shall see.

Happy trails,
MJ

PS:  Oh, Elysse, I managed to get your review done on Amazon. Sorry it took so long. Great book! It should be visible by now.