So you may have heard, if you follow me on twitter, that I fell off a horse. Of course, looking at the lack of posts on this blog you may have thought I fell of the the planet, but no; it was just a horse.
Long story short (or as short as possible): We went on our first trail ride last Tuesday (or two tuesdays ago,whatever) and I really enjoyed the trials out there. My lovely horse, Rain, decided that since she had not been ridden since last DECEMBER that about 5 miles out she was tired and wanted to go home. I must note at this time, she was not difficult about it at all and although kept letting me know she’d like to turn around and head for home she never did not respond right back to my correction. She did exactly what I told her to do. However, the trainer thought that maybe she should ride Rain back to “teach her a lesson.” At the time it didn’t sound like a bad idea, the trainer said her horse was “super gentle and well behaved”. Which he was. He also had “sore feet” (which I didn’t know about at the time) and is a huge stumbler. I hadn’t been on him more than two minutes when he tripped in a little culvert. According to an eye witness (Bear), I did a valiant job of catching myself and re-seating my arse where it belonged from the initial stumble. Unfortunately for me, Caspar decided immediately after the stumble (or during, it’s kinda blurry), to leap out of the culvert. I didn’t feel the leap coming and so I guess you can say he went forward and I forgot to follow. With the horse no longer beneath me, I had no where to go but down. Although it did not happen in slow motion like on tv, I did have a split second to think that if I landed flat on my derrier I may undo any success of my repaired herniated disc, so I tucked my knees up towards my chest and took the brunt of the landing on my mid back. This immediately resulted in a complete lack of oxygen in my lungs and a quite overwhelming pain around my entire middle section. Although all my extremities moved when I asked them to, they did refuse to respond to my brain’s requests to roll over and stand up for at least 10 minutes (during which Bear freaked out and yelled “ARE YOU OKAY?!” at me over and over). Eventually, I stood and I knew it was too far to walk out, so I hopped up onto Bear’s horse (it was closest and shortest and about all I could accomplish at the time). All I wanted to do was get back to the ranch. Bear’s horse responds much better to her than me (okay it responds to me NOT AT ALL) and wanted to trot home and wouldn’t stop. After a few miles (tears pouring from my eyes), the damned beast slowed enough for me to bail off its back and I walked the rest of the way home. From now on I am sticking to my own horse, who I know and trust. No more strange horses for me.
Falling off a horse is not a pleasant experience and my body took more lumps, bumps, bruises and general abuse that it really would care too. And recuperation time is slow going. I have good days and bad days. I do believe my tailbone is broken, a painful situation I had to deal with when my 10-pound MacDougal was expelled from my body at birth and one I had hoped to never experience again.
Mostly the middle of my back took the brunt of my collision with the ground from high above and is taking its very sweet time overcoming its soreness. I ice and heat several times a day and I think I am progressing very well. Not as well as a 20-year old might, but hey I wouldn’t give up my 47 years of wisdom for a 20 year old body at all!
Many of you have already left me (by that I mean my blog) and moved on to more writer-ly, posting bloggers and I totally understand. I hope in the next few weeks/months to draw you all back in with my biting wit, sunny sarcasm, boring lifestyle and, of course, more pictures of my beautiful grandchildren.
PS: I want you all to know that I have been back up on the back of my horse, Rain. We are working very slowly and only in the arena ring for now, but it went very well.