On Having a Blistered Ass
Our first ride together was spent weeping. Rides after that were both successful and unsuccessful. I have put more blood, sweat, and tears into this new horse than I care to think of at this point in time, but hey! That's what the sport is about! Right?
Anyone?
Right?
*crickets*
Riding this new horse has blistered my ass. I am not making this up, this new horse I have a lease on caused an enormous, loonie-sized blister to pop up on my butt. Quite the uncomfortable situation to be in when sitting at an important meeting with a bunch of important big-wigs and you need to shift your position. And then you cry. Because your fancy pants and the chair you are in has opened the blister again. And the big-wigs are looking at you oddly but there is a lesion on your ass that causes you immense pain while sitting in an important meeting.
The thing about an ass blister is that it is ever-present. I have tried every variety of underpants I can think of to stop the rubbing on this ass-blister of mine and it continues to plague my life.
Poor Mal, all the way out there in Newfoundland, getting random texts about the blister on my ass. I feel for her. I really do.
I've been riding for over a week since the blister occurred and every time I do something, the blister is upset again and refuses to heal.
So, this new horse, this delightful Princess and I are working together and we have had a great number of successes together.
This ass blister though? The ass blister is not creating a great amount of happiness within me.
I'm working on it.
Anyone?
Right?
*crickets*
Riding this new horse has blistered my ass. I am not making this up, this new horse I have a lease on caused an enormous, loonie-sized blister to pop up on my butt. Quite the uncomfortable situation to be in when sitting at an important meeting with a bunch of important big-wigs and you need to shift your position. And then you cry. Because your fancy pants and the chair you are in has opened the blister again. And the big-wigs are looking at you oddly but there is a lesion on your ass that causes you immense pain while sitting in an important meeting.
The thing about an ass blister is that it is ever-present. I have tried every variety of underpants I can think of to stop the rubbing on this ass-blister of mine and it continues to plague my life.
Poor Mal, all the way out there in Newfoundland, getting random texts about the blister on my ass. I feel for her. I really do.
I've been riding for over a week since the blister occurred and every time I do something, the blister is upset again and refuses to heal.
So, this new horse, this delightful Princess and I are working together and we have had a great number of successes together.
This ass blister though? The ass blister is not creating a great amount of happiness within me.
I'm working on it.
posted by Amanda at 22:53
1 Comments:
no picture of your ass? with the blister? kinda sounds like riding a bike for the first time after years away. Only in that case, it's a lot of numbness.
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