Well the lesson didn't end up happening, my coach had to cancel. Which was good, because I wasn't sure how I was going to get into town to get the money to pay him! I didn't end up riding at all, because I had to catch the foal to zinc her nose (sun protection... WHY did I get a horse with so much white?) and she was determined not to be caught, and by the time I finally got the halter on and zinced her nose I was that frustrated. Just wasn't a good day to be riding.
I might ride today, might not. Weather's a bit dodgy and there's a new horse in with them (not ours, a friend's) so there's not much going for a good ride.
To be honest my fall actually didn't do me that much damage but it was sure terrifying! I was really lucky to come out of it as lightly as I did and I firmly believe I'd be dead had I not been wearing a helmet. We were galloping and he didn't want to stop, got faster if anything, and I'd lost my stirrups... eventually just couldn't hang on any more and ended up coming off on REALLY hard ground - sand compacted from literally 30+ years of heavy machinery, trail riders, and cars. Helmet was cracked in half internally, and I had a hairline fracture just below the head of my humerus.
Looking back, Monty was sore in his hindquarters, and I think that was the cause. He's not a hard horse to stop, even from a gallop out on cross-country, but if there was a sore muscle catching he would run from the pain (anglo arab, so hardwired to RUN). Also explains the random "OMFG" moments he had before and since, up until we got a chiro and acupuncturist to see him.
It's sure been a learning curve, learning how to work with this horse. I took a risk, agreeing to take him sight unseen, regardless of how long the trial period was (2 months). I've had to figure out his buttons, what scares him, what gets him over-excited, and especially what NOT to do. He didn't have the best life before the lady I bought him off rescued him, and I need to ride properly or he gets stressed and wants to bolt.