On Friday, Oct 2nd I believe, I took my horse out for a ride. I got her brushed down and before I put her saddle on, I looked at her feet and saw that they were a little on the long side. "It will be okay, I'm not going to ride hard or for very long so we should be fine.
30 minutes later I was in the dirt, not able to move my right arm because of the excruciating pain. Diamond was bleeding a little bit also, but she was okay other than that as far as I could tell. The neighboor saw me fall, and he asked if I was okay. I was crying and I told him that I thought so.
I called Eli, my husband, but he was about 30 minutes away. I then called some friends that I hoped were closer by. (For those of you who do not know me in person, you don't know that I have a horrible tendancy to pass out when things like this happen... shots, small injuries, or dehydration usually does it for me lol)
There are two other horse at the place I was riding and I had locked them up so that I could ride Diamond. Well... they didn't stay locked up for long. (I'll also mention that everytime I have gone over to this place these two horse have kicked at me and tried to bite me.) They managed to unlatch their gate and they made a beeline for us. Knowing what these two were capable of, my adrenaline kicked in and I was able to shimmy myself up a lot faster that I thought!
I held Diamond's reigns as I shimmied through the panels to get away from the two, but was worried about what kinds of shenannigans they would pull with her. Thank God two friends of mine showed up. I wasn't able to unsaddle her or anything, I was totally useless, and a blubbering idiot. They were able to get her put away and cleaned up so that Eli and I could rush to the ER.
I walked into the ER smelling of horse poo and mud, and the pain was only getting worse since my adrenaline was wearing off. They took xrays, and woohoo, a broken collarbone. They told me to really watch where I walked because if I were to trip, the broken piece would probably pierce the skin. They tried to give me an Ibuprofen shot but i wouldn't let them, in fear that I would pass out because of the shot, and the bone would pierce the skin.
What a day... and we still had to go to out company doctor to see if I could come to work, and run around for prescriptions. Totally miserable, I thank God for friends who were able to get there quickly and help, I thank Him that I was wearing my riding helmet, and thank Him that it didn't end up MUCH worse.
As I look back on this day, I realize the mistakes that I made before even hopping on my sweet horse, and I realize how God looks out for me on a daily basis. And when all this was happening all I could see was how much pain I was in, not that I was going to be fine, and that I should be praising Him that I wasn't worse off.
The story gets better with the next post :) Ill leave it at that
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