I finally seem to have found something that really helps my sleep! A woman from Oregon, Jane Conboy, read my blog and emailed me that she thought she could help, she does acupressure and she'd give me six sessions via Skype for free. She had me make a pot of everything about my accident: a horse tripped and fell on me, I was in a coma for a month, particularly the right side of body doesn't work properly. We called the pot "this", and I'd put my hand over my forehead and say things like "this is all in the past. I'm ok, I'm safe, and I can rest normally again." Just things like that over and over again. I didn't believe something so simple would work, so I told her I really appreciated her caring and effort, but so many people have told me they have a fix and I've tried them all to no avail. I didn't want to waste her time with something I didn't wholly believe in. But she said she was willing to put in the time if I was, and to my surprise, I had the most solid, longest purely natural sleep that I can remember having. No apps, no nothing. Something must have been making it clear to me that I should continue because, although the other sessions have still helped some, none have been so dramatic.
What's helped immensely is a voice recording of her hypnosis. When I mentioned to her the success I've had with hypnosis apps, she said she actually does hypnosis too. She sent me a recording of hers and sure enough it worked, but like all the others, I woke as soon as she finished speaking. So she doubled one recording and sent me an app that lasted an hour. Hence I sleep for an hour at a time again and again! It's blissful. And I have to say, I think sleep with drugs is not so restful, because even though I've had longer, more solid sleep on drugs, I don't think I've ever felt so well-rested.
I'm so thankful to her, and I'd definitely recommend her to anyone. She particularly specializes in helping people get over their fear after falling.
I put this photo of River up just because I don't see how a picture of her isn't always a great addition. This glass is her ice glass, and she brings it to us several times a day and whispers, "Ice!"
This past weekend filled me with so much joy and contentment. Jason, River and I went up to my friend Kemi's house in VT to a yoga festival called Wanderlust. We were going for the Saturday night concert which was featuring Trevor Hall, an artist we absolutely dig who happens to be Kemi's son-in-law, but the whole weekend turned out to be blissful and fulfilling. The group of people who were there--the band, Kemi's three daughters, Trevor's parents, Kemi's husband--were so loving and immediately embraced me as an adopted family member. Often in large groups of people, I feel like a pointless bump on a log. I can't speak well enough or loudly enough to be part of a conversation, and everyone's skittering around here and there busy doing stuff while I'm just sitting in one spot. Often I feel I'm a very good room clearer, but with this group, that was never the case. And it didn't feel as if they were particularly trying not to leave me out, I just never felt outcast or alone.
That's the blissful part of it, and the fulfilling part of it came when I met Kevin Pearce. He sustained a TBI when he was going for the Olympics in snowboarding and fell, and he, along with an unbelievably loving and supportive family, immediately set out to help other TBI victims and their families. In 2014, they began the LoveYourBrain foundation (www.loveyourbrain.org) which is a non-profit organization that aims to improve the quality of life for people affected by brain injury.
Kevin was a speaker at Wanderlust because one of the programs LoveYourBrain is trying hard to establish is yoga specially geared for those who suffer from TBIs. The reason Kevin believes so wholeheartedly in the benefit of yoga is as follows. His brain injury left his eyes very injured--he saw completely double if his head wasn't at the perfect angle--so he was in need of always wearing special glasses for the first four years after his injury. Then he went to yoga. He likes the hot, sweaty kind of yoga, and when he took a shower afterwards, he took his glasses off. Then he realized he didn't need to put them back on. And that was that. No more glasses.
I have my own experience to support yoga. Way back when I'd just gotten out of the hospital, my hippo therapy teacher suggested yoga. I said, "I hate yoga. Before my accident, I tried and they told me to concentrate on my breathing for two minutes. All I could think of is what else I could be doing with those two minutes." But she said she'd come to instruct me, and to my surprise, it helped my sleeping--took it from 2-3 hours a night to 4-5. So when I came home, I hired a yoga teacher from our gym to do private sessions. Through no fault of her own, she put me in a position that wrenched my back. She simply wasn't educated in how to handle me. If there could be educated, affordable instructors around, I know it would help me, so I'm absolutely certain it would help many people.
The reason we went there, the concert, was awesome, and I'd highly recommend checking out Trevor Hall's music. Little Miss was grooving the whole time; it still amazes me what a cool chick she is. She's added a second word to her vocabulary: hot. She puts her hand near the stove, looks at me and whispers "hot". Her speaking remains only in whispers despite our efforts to get her to use a big voice, but Jason pointed out that we may not actually want to encourage a big voice in the coming years!
We did a show in Saugerties last weekend, and Koryn and Shanghai make me so proud. Like last year, they got better and better each class: started out in 3.1 with a 66.67% and 1st place, then 3.3 with a 68.2% and 2nd place, and finally another 3.3 that only got a 66.67% and 3rd place. Even though the score doesn't reflect the improvement in the last test, I thought there definitely was.
Of course much of it has to do with the two of them getting down the centerline more, but much of it also has to do with me...getting in show-mode to be able to adjust my timing to prepare them the best I can. I so want to have a full season as I used to in order to really get into the groove, but unfortunately my schedule is so jam-packed in July and August, I won't be able to do one till mid-August. So they'll just have to go without me.
My other exciting news is that River has finally said her first word at sixteen months: ice! Every evening when Jason and I have drink-and-hang-out-o'clock, she insists on having her own cup filled with ice. (She LOVES ice). She says it very clearly and perfectly, but it's always in a whisper. Mummy, Daddy, Viva, would have been understandable, but ice is an interesting choice. That's my daughter: unique!
This week hasn't been the best week for me. It started out last Sunday night with having a seizure. I was in the bathroom, and luckily I can feel when a seizure's coming, so I sat down, called out and woke to Jason leaning over me and a screaming baby. River was so upset.
Two good things came out of that seizure: 1) I got a fantastic nights sleep. 2) I've begun the process of getting a therapy dog. My friend explained that a dog can predict seizures 45 minutes ahead of time, giving me enough time to get Koryn or Jason driving back if I were alone with River. My hesitation to ask Jason to care for another creature was laid to rest as his comfort level with leaving me alone would be immeasurable.
Then last night, I took a new type of ambien, and I suppose it kind of worked... I didn't sleep, but the craziness took affect. I got up and did a head-plant. I'm pretty sure the ceiling was full of moving creatures. I ended up with three stitches in the top of my noggin and a developing black eye. This comes with a minor positive: the stitches tie my hair down exactly where I normally barrette it. So I guess no need for a barrette is a plus. Kind of.
So now onto what truly makes me happy. River, of course, continues to amaze me with what a genuinely good, fun, funny, entertaining, charming, happy, intelligent, thoughtful, naturally sympathetic, gorgeous, ever delightful with a constant contagious grin and an infectious giggle, little girl she is.
The other thing that makes my heart flutter is the horse Shanghai is turning into. I knew from day one that he was talented, but he was initially a bit against the leg (not lazy, just seemed somewhat annoyed by it) with a tad of attitude. Now he cracks me up he tries so hard. I've had try-harders in the past, but they were all aiming to please the rider. With him, it's like he wants to overachieve because it's fun, like he likes to feel fancy. Not only does he really plunge for the beginning of an extension, I have to tell Koryn to start the half-pass with just positioning the outside leg and to use more inside leg to prevent the sideways otherwise he barely covers any forward ground. He almost seems exasperated by Koryn not letting him go over the top. To my surprise he's become a horse we really have to calm down, keep his exuberance inside his skin.
His first show is HITS in the middle of June, and he's doing third level. Two months ago, I was planning to do second level, and Francine, his owner, said, "Come on, Courtney, he's six years old, he should be doing third level." I realized that I was very happy with the progress because Koryn and he always progressed from one lesson to the next, but I only taught them once a week. What do you know, when I started to teach them twice a week, the progression doubled. Of course the reason he was able to progress so rapidly was our immense focus on the basics, but Francine has always been good at giving me a swift kick-in-the-butt when I need it.
I feel incredibly lucky that Little Miss is such a good girl. She sits on my lap every morning with two bowls of cereal in front of her--one for me and one for her-- and most people are amazed that she doesn't grab at the bowls, but the most she does when she's inpatient for her bite, is point at the bowl and grunt. She's gotten into the habit of feeding me my pills every morning, and it's amazing that she never tries to put one in her own mouth. One day, she wanted the Orbitz gum canister, so I was emptying the gum into a ziplock so that she could have it. Of course, me being me, they spilled all over the place and I panicked. To my terror, River put one in her mouth, and I sloppily fished it out. She cried because I think I genuinely hurt her, and then she proceeded to pick up every single piece of gum and hand it to me. She loves my lippy--the little canisters of lip balm I'm addicted to--containers and would always grab an open one when she could. She knew she wasn't supposed to have it, so she'd hand it to me, I'd thank her, say, "Just a little bit," and let her put her index finger in to take some out like I do. Then she'd put her finger in her mouth and smack her lips. Now, of course, she thinks it's great fun to see what happens when she runs away with it!
She's also become very loving, which melts my heart. A few times recently when she's just on the verge of sleep on my chest, she wonkily lifts up her head, forces her eyes open and puckers up for a kiss. She must have kissed me twenty-seven times yesterday. She often comes over, gives me a ten second hug and then goes on her way.
Other than my little sunshine, life is pretty good. As far as sleep, we haven't figured out anything reliable yet, but I feel good about this doctor helping me. Also, yesterday I did my first book reading at a non-horsey book store. I wasn't sure how it would go because, as I've said, I can't imagine it being interesting for a non-horsey person, but it went incredibly well. All of the people were very interested and asked a lot of questions, which made it easy. The store owner said people came in off the street to listen to me!
River's started kissing me! Since she was about seven months old, we've done what we call a head-kiss where we lean our head toward her and say, "head-kiss?," and she bumps her forehead into ours. But yesterday she learned to do a lip-kiss. I always take her stuffed bunny and hug it to my chest and shower it with kisses, and River loves that. It always gets a big grin. So yesterday when I gave it back, she kissed it. I said, "lip kiss for mummy?" and puckered my lips. She though for a moment, then pressed her lips to mine with the full smacking sound and everything. The first two were proper, then she started coming at me with her mouth gaping. I obediently kissed her tonsils, and she gave herself a congratulatory clap of the hands. She claps after everything; after each finger we clip; after brushing her teeth; after throwing a toy for Viva; after turning around to back down stairs or get off the couch, after putting a donut shaped to on a peg. She celebrates every small accomplishment.
She's also begun to, when I'm sitting on the floor with her, come over for a simple cuddle. She's become very fond of my bare skin. When she's going to sleep, she reaches inside my shirt to gently stroke my chest, or if it's covered up, she strokes my face. When I'm lying with her, she pulls my shirt up to bare my belly, strokes it a while, maybe raspberries it, and lays her head on it with a content expression. She's particular enamored with my stomach tube scar and the weird protrusion of my pump. (She's also fascinated with the sound the pump makes when she slaps it.) She's going to love the summer when so much skin has easy access.
I'm also able to do far more with her than expected. If I prop myself in front of a counter, I can pick her up and hold her. I can't carry her, but I didn't originally have hopes that I'd even be able to hold her. Jason has to help me put her down, but I can hold my little girl close until Righty gets tired.
Righty is doing better after one year of Little Miss he did than after four and a half years of therapy. He's stronger from lifting her up and has slightly more dexterity from playing with her toys. People even tell me I'm speaking better. I guess the endless singing to her and trying to make sounds is also better than reading lists. She's not only my little ray of sunshine, she's fertilizer, giving some life to this wilted tree.
One more thing that surprised me; I thought she'd come to me for comfort and go to a Daddy for fun, but in fact it's the opposite. Even though I feed her, she knows Daddy makes the food. Daddy picks her up and carries her around. She cries when he won't or when he puts her down, but Mummy would never reject her neediness or put her off my chair when she doesn't want to go and is always ready with a toy.
One more thing, as examples of her perfectness keep coming to mind. She often takes my cane to play, and it used to be a problem because I'd be stranded. But now it's not a worry because I just say "Ta to Mummy" (a New Zealand way of saying give to me, originally meaning thank you) and she brings it back with a big grin. Even if she's left it across the room, I just have to point and say, "Ta to Mummy," and she happily retrieves it.
Have I mentioned that I feel unbelievably lucky to have the only perfect child in the world?
I feel so unbelievably grateful that the equestrian world hasn't forgotten me even though I haven't been down the centerline in five and a half years. The Chronicle of the Horse Untacked is doing an article on me in the upcoming May/June issue, and they sent out a photographer, Carien Schippers (www.imagequine.com), who took the most lovely shots. Although I take many pictures of Little Miss doing cute things, I hardly have any of the family or close-ups of her. And I thought the quality of my iPhone photos was good until I saw these. Although I'm sure much of that has to do with the skill of the photographer! Carien so kindly said she would come and photograph River again at no charge. Photographing subjects with no horses is not in her comfort zone, but she said Little Miss was an easy and enjoyable model!
I'm very curious to see this article. For how much info they gathered, it'll be about a million pages long with ten million photos! They're even printing a portion of my book!
You know, The Chronicle is where my equestrian journey began. When I was seventeen, I found an ad in a fifteen-year-old issue that Lendon Gray was looking for a working student. I new the chances were slim that she'd still be looking but I called, and the rest is history.
For anyone wondering, my sleep test was canceled because insurance won't cover it (yet!), but my doctor is giving a home-testing machine to use overnight next Thursday.
This morning I woke from a dream in which I was riding, nothing fancy, just a typical day of training. Mostly what made it real was the scent. I could smell me, that unique scent of sweat mingled with horsiness. And I found myself waking to regretting that I couldn't ride anymore; I wasn't even close to realizing my full potential. Imagining how eventually I could have become a stronghold with Steffen in international competition. The owners of my Olympic horse were in the process of buying me a new horse; I was intending to try to qualify Grandioso for WEG; I had two extremely promising youngsters provided by sponsors. How different my life could have been.
But then my thoughts shifted to River. How almost every day I get to let her sleep on me for her two naps; how I get to spend almost entire days playing with her and watching her play; how loving her nearly makes my heart burst. How different my life would have been.
My life is different, but certainly not worse.
I've received more encouragement to keep up my postings, and it makes me feel so good to hear that people are enjoying them. Thanks so much for taking the time to let me know.
Big news on the sleep front: I got a full eight hours the other night!!! I went to a sleep doctor (how incredibly stupid that I didn't even know such a thing existed), and he rattled off a zillion different drugs I could try. He was extremely thorough. And the one he chose to prescribe (trazadone) gave me eight hours on half of the potential maximum dose! And with so many other possibilities, I'm less worried about becoming immune. I feel so stupid for not thinking there was a doctor who specializes in sleep, but I suppose one would think my neurologist would recommend seeing one as it's such a problem.
The other thing he prescribed is a sleep test. I've never done one because, out of the five people I know who've done one, not one has said it helped. They all recommend doing the same things: keep all electronics fifty feet away, don't drink too much, don't watch tv before bed, etc, all of which I've done with no success. Even my doctor doesn't have much faith that it will really shine light on why I don't sleep, but he says it's worth doing for any information it will provide. And let's face it, it's pretty silly not to do one. That's Wednesday night, and I'm really looking forward to it. Just watch, I'll sleep like a baby!
River is officially a toddler. She took her first steps the day before her birthday, but now she's zooming around. It's such a fun age to watch as she figures out how her body works.
I think she mimics Viva nearly as much as me. She loves to crawl inside the kennel, with or without Viva. When Viva's not in her small, donut-shaped bed, River will circle around inside it and wedge herself in just so like Viva does. When Viva gives her toy the shake-of-death, River shakes her own head.
When Jason and I read about how dachshunds are as family dogs, it said, "not good with kids", and I initially thought that would be accurate with Viva. But she's a saint. Usually River's very gentle with her, but a couple times she's really pulled hard on her tail. Viva just yipes and gives a half-hearted growl.
The way they interact is quite cute and entertaining: River will find Viva's favorite toy--Sofie, a giraffe for babies that was originally given to River--, squeak it, and look for Viva to come. When she does, River flails it in front of Viva's face until Viva takes it. Then River takes it back (Viva knows that when River tries to take the toy, she needs to let it go) and hands it to me to throw. Then she claps as Viva goes to fetch it, Viva brings it back, and we do the whole thing over again: take the toy, flail it in Viva's face until she takes it, take it back, hand it to mummy and watch Viva run. It's an evening ritual as we have our nightly drink-and-pretzel chip-o'clock. River's an amazingly cool chick like that too. She just sits next to me in my big chair, munches on her crackers and sort of watches the Daily Show with us as she plays with her toys. I feel lucky every hour of every day that I have a child with such a stellar disposition.
I think it's time now, too, for a Koryn update. She's now attracting clients through her obvious skill in riding. A woman at our barn who I don't know put her six-year-old horse in full training with Koryn. She's super happy with how it's going, said she's not going to ride the horse at all and just wants to sponsor Koryn. She pays for Koryn to ride with me once a week. An old client of mine, who Koryn's been driving an hour to teach, just bought a new horse and put him in our barn for full training with Koryn. It's extremely satisfying because I've always been concerned that, due to the fact that I'm not out and about, she wouldn't be in a position to attract clients.
It also relieves me that she has other horses because I can't continue to support a horse for her, so I need to sell Bimini. He's a twelve-year-old and has show PSG, but we haven't shown him. I'm sending him to Jen Baumert, one of my best friends who's one of the few people I'd trust with my horse, at the beginning of April. If anyone is interested, they should contact her after she's had a while to get to know him because I'm not and never have been a seller. I've sold three horses in my life, two to the same person!
I want to send out a heart-felt thank you to all those who went through the effort to comment on Facebook or write me personal emails. I know it's a pain, and I appreciate you letting me know that you still care about my measly life. There are also several more reviews on Amazon, and I can't say thank you enough for that. They're SO helpful for people who are contemplating buying my book.