Yesterday was the end of Lance's two weeks of back rest, so I decided to lunge him with full gear. Laura lent me her synthetic Toulouse saddle with interchangeable gullets as a fitting option; Rick said it does fit Lance better than my Black Country so I used the Toulouse as a lunging surcingle. He moved very nicely with saddle and side reins, so that was good to see.
I was so curious to see if Laura's saddle fits ME, so after checking to make sure that no lump had formed during lunging, I mounted (from the arena fence, as usual). My back complained; the saddle tips me forward. I rode around for just a little bit at the walk, and then jumped off. Ouch! My back – more accurately, the right side of my S/I – was NOT happy. Was all this pain from just sitting in the saddle, or did I do something by mounting from the offside? I hobbled back to the barn and put Lance away.
When Rick got home I was in the barn picking stalls. I greeted him and asked about his day, and he responded, "Are you hurting?" That obvious, huh? Well, we have been down this road before. When Brian was a baby my back "went out," giving me a months-long taste of what my dad has been dealing with for years. An MRI revealed a small annular tear in my low back. Since then I've been somewhat careful – not bucking hay like I used to, for instance. I've had small flare-ups occasionally, but nothing major. Anyway, last night I took two naproxen sodium tablets and went to bed – once I managed to get my socks off. Reaching toward the floor, especially with my right hand, was excruciating.
This morning I had to have Rick put my socks on; I burst into tears trying. Looks like Lance's back gets a longer break....