Knock Me Down and I Get Back Up Again Lyrics
I Go Knocked Down (But I Go Up Again): The Refrain of 2020
This year keeps delivering its hits, and July has been no exception (at least for me). The adept news is that with these blows comes the opportunity to abound and learn. Between a house fire and a laid upwardly equus caballus, I am being afforded plenty of chances for growth.
2020 has been a hell of a twelvemonth. Betwixt multiple global crises and, like, life in general, we're stuck in this never-ending cycle of suck. As I sit here sipping my coffee and reflecting on the by sevenish months, Chumbawamba's 1997 song "Tubthumping" keeps coming to my heed unbidden (also, I was today years erstwhile when I learned the proper name of the song was "Tubthumping" and not "I Get Knocked Down"):
I become knocked down, but I get upwards once again
You lot are never gonna proceed me down
I become knocked downward, but I get upward again
Y'all are never gonna keep me down
I become knocked down, but I get up again
You are never gonna go on me down
I get knocked downwardly, simply I get up again
Yous are never gonna keep me down
Truthfully, it was just that portion of the vocal that kept popping up in my head. When I looked up the lyrics, I was surprised to realize that refrain makes upwards most one-half the song. Then I realized that the song fifty-fiftymore than fitting for 2020 considering, well, nosotros keep getting hit with wave subsequently wave, right?
(If you can zoom in on the pictures in this Instagram mail, I recommend it. It's worth it.)
Looking at the rest of the lyrics, they're not unsuited to this year either:
He drinks a Whiskey drink, he drinks a Vodka potable
He drinks a Lager beverage, he drinks a Cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him of the skillful times
He sings the songs that remind him of the all-time times
Maybe not so much the part about singing songs, simply definitely the part about drinking. I mean, 2020 has been a hell of a yr, correct?
And just to add together some more whine to the state of affairs, I've had a couple of personal things pop upwardly that are keeping life … interesting. Three weeks ago, my house caught fire. Y'all. My. House. Caught. Burn down. On my husband's altogether.
The scene when I arrived at my house. Photo by DeAnn Long Sloan.
Fortunately no flames were bursting through the roof, but they did have to saw into my slate roof to detect the source of the fire. Photo by DeAnn Long Sloan.
To exist fair, other than not having a fire, we are actually truly lucky. My hubby, kids and canis familiaris were outside in the backyard. I was at the bar like the good mother I am. The kids smelled something and the neighbor saw smoke, so my husband was able to react apace by flipping the master breaker (it was an electrical burn) and the neighbors called 911 right away. Multiple burn down departments were training at a park nearby, so they arrived inside v minutes. The fire was controlled and nothing was actually burnt other than some joists and insulation in our attic.
Burnt spray foam insulation and … other stuff. Photo by DeAnn Long Sloan.
But, the burn started in the cranium, and then to make certain it did not spread, the fire departments did an admirable job of locating the source and dousing information technology with water. A lot of h2o. And the source was in the attic… above the third flooring. The laws of physics tell united states that what goes upwards must come down, and come downward the water did… all the fashion to the basement. So fifty-fifty though not much burned and the smoke impairment is minimal, the h2o impairment is extensive enough to ensure that nosotros're out of the house for the foreseeable futurity and that a fair amount of mitigation, demolition and rebuilding volition be happening.
My tertiary flooring after some demolition. Photo by DeAnn Long Sloan.
My bedroom afterwards some demolition. Photo past DeAnn Long Sloan.
The good news is that everyone is safe and healthy. Fifty-fifty the true cat, who appeared the mean solar day after the fire after hiding who-knows-where.
Toothless the Wonder Cat (real name is Moana), prophylactic, sound and clearly thrilled. Photo by DeAnn Long Sloan.
Information technology doesn't seem that we lost anything irreplaceable (and even if nosotros did, information technology's only stuff, correct?) and we take good insurance. It may have taken a fire to make it happen, just my basement is organized, my floors will be refinished and someone else is washing and folding all of my laundry (since I have a husband, three immature childrenand I'm an equestrian, this is no small thing). I think there were even a couple of horse coolers and my chinks that got taken to be cleaned. Silver linings, right?
So, every bit my family and I have been navigating the fire and everything it entails, a pre-existing business organisation became more of an consequence. Mac, my six-year-old off-runway Thoroughbred (JC Rightful Goddess) had come in lame the week before the burn down. Seeing some diagonal lameness (right front to left hind), I put her on stall rest. To make the example interesting, there was no obvious swelling or heat, but I put a continuing wrap on the right forepart anyway, rubbed down her hind end with some liniment (equally the issue appeared to be up high), gave her some Bute and chosen the vet. The vet couldn't make it out to do a full lameness exam until the following week and, every bit information technology wasn't urgent, I continued the course of action I was already taking and waited for the vet.
Over the grade of the next few days there was some modest comeback (the hind cease lameness subsided and the front end right lameness appeared to be in the foot), but my horse certainly wasn't sound. So in she stayed, with a standing wrap and hoof wrap in instance it was a really bad abscess. My mare is not known for her stoicism, and then it was not out of the realm of possibility that an abscess would cause this extreme of a reaction.
Hoping for an abscess. Photo by DeAnn Long Sloan.
And so the burn down happened (read above), my friend and befouled manager took over my mare's treat a couple of days while I regrouped, the same course of action ensued and I waited for the vet.
What seemed like an eternity later (only it was really only a calendar week and some), the vet made it out. Even though I had made an appointment with the intention of doing a total lameness work up, it was quite apparent that the upshot was in the right front. After blocking the pes both medially and laterally, the lameness became less pronounced but did not go abroad. So, non an abscess. Damn.
Mac, sedated and playing a balancing game on the wooden blocks following her x-ray. Photo by DeAnn Long Sloan.
Allow me dorsum up: I don't typically call the vet every time I think my horse has an abscess. Commonly I treat it like an abscess (liberally apply an epsom common salt poultice to the human foot, diaper it, vet wrap it and duct tape it,) perchance talk to the farrier and motility on after it drains. Nevertheless, this year has been marked past a lot of small issues that take kept my mare laid up more frequently than not. I decided to be done with it and just do a full piece of work upwardly. However, that was derailed by the obvious issue with the front end right leg during this vet visit. After all, you can't do a full lameness work up if there is an acute upshot that needs to be addressed in the moment.
Anyway, back to the result at mitt. Following the block, we sedated Mac and took radiographs (I say "we," only let's be honest — my vet did all the work while I held a lead rope and watched). My dorsum was turned away from the estimator when my vet pulled up the films on the screen. I heard her say "Well, that's interesting."
That's never a practiced sign.
The X-ray indicated that Mac has a hairline fracture in her front right pastern. Great.
There's the fracture… Photograph by DeAnn Long Sloan.
The skilful news is that it is a fracture and information technology will heal with proper rehab. More good news is that there seems to be picayune harm to the ligaments and tendons. I had my vet do an ultrasound to make sure considering if there is all-encompassing soft tissue damage that volition affect our time to come more profoundly than a fracture ever could.
So, for now, Mac is on stall residuum with a no-bow quilt and vet wrap on the right (fractured) leg and a no-bow and standing wrap on the left leg for support. As of right now I oasis't wrapped her hind legs because her ceaseless stall walking keeps her from getting stocked up. She'due south on anti-inflammatories and all the hay she tin eat. The vet will exist doing a recheck in a few weeks and we will motility forward from there.
As I navigate my way through my mare's rehabilitation, I will be offering regular updates with some fire drama thrown in for good measure. And, lest I seem similar I am feeling too sorry for myself, let me say that I am very enlightened of how fortunate I am. My family and pets are rubber and mostly salubrious. I have been afforded the opportunity to REALLY organize my firm and purge it of unnecessary stuff (of which there was a lot), examine what is necessary and what is not and to rethink my approach to my goals with my equus caballus.
I get knocked down, but I get up again…
Perchance it'southward time for the Whiskey drink or Vodka drink. Onward and up.
Source: https://www.horsenation.com/2020/07/22/i-get-knocked-down-but-i-get-up-again-the-refrain-of-2020/
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