Boo.

This week I have been on my feet doing 2,000 things each day. I've been tired and was looking forward to riding today.

I tried to rush from work, just to get pulled back into school for a meeting. Note: Don't change into riding breeches/boots. Meetings become awkward. My lesson was at 4:45, and I got to the barn at 4:35 (almost an hour in the car, thank you Seattle drivers! It's rain. It rains here 9 months out of the year. GET USE TO IT!) I rushed to get Mr. and gave him a quick look over, tacked him up and got to the indoor arena 5 minutes late (fail!)

While I was adjusting the leathers my trainer pointed out that Mr. had a HUGE swollen side. Right where my leg goes. I didn't notice because I didn't do a really thorough grooming. She touched it and he was super sensitive. Poor guy. I felt bad. He was extra touchy and since my leg would keep hitting it I decided that I wasn't going to ride. Boo. I was actually looking forward to it.

I called his owner and gave him some medicine. Hopefully the swelling goes down. Poor guy!