Come on, come on

Just a few more days and I will get these damn staples out of my head.  To be honest the staples are proving to be worse than the actual balloons and they hurt like hell. It doesn’t matter which was I lay in bed, I just cannot find any part of my head that does not have a staple in it and on which I can lie comfortably and sleep so I am dozing for 20 mins at a time and not sleeping much at all.  As soon as these things come out I may actually sleep for several days.  The swelling in my head is going down though and I no longer look like someone played football with my head.  The pain in my neck and ear have now gone and I am at least comfy sittng up in bed with the laptop.

I have been trying to contain my utter excitement at the thought of being able to ride again inside a week and its proving difficult to control the excitement.  I will happily chat to anyone about it for as long as they will listen.  What I have planned for the coming weeks, what my regime is going to be to get myself back to previous fitness levels, how often I am going to be riding to ease myself in, the question of when to hack out on my own again as opposed to having some company to make those around me feel a bit safer. First thing I am going to do is bring his tack home and give it a good old clean cause it’s looking very grubby having been used for the school over the last 4 months and I nearly cried when I last saw it.  So did my mum cause she paid for the saddle.  I am literally bursting with excitement and I will probably drive straight to the yard from the hospital to see if I can get my riding hat on and then there will be no stopping me.  I will have to really hold myself back from just jumping on him there and then but I need to get his equipment and tack sorted out first so I know where I am with everything and he needs a new container for his gear which I will buy tomorrow from B&Q.

The other thing I find myself talking about a lot is the fact the my son has now officially been diagnosed with Aspergers syndrome.  We waited months for the appointment and I was expecting this result so was not surprised at all when they said he was classis Aspergers with the exception of the imagination problems which he does not appear to have.  He does have problems communicating with his peers though and things are so black and white to him it makes for a difficult time when it comes to dicipline and so on but we will be fine.  It is part of him and it makes him who he is, and he is a wonderful child, considerate, loving, caring and affectionate and I would not change him – so if he has to have Aspergers to make him who he is then so be it, we will deal with it and make it something positive for him.

So there are 52 staples in my head, and I have not smoked a cigarette in a week.  It’s all good really!