My injury was last summer and is more my fault than the horse's. Turns out riding can be terrible for your back.
I work at a summer camp and we're there from Sunday morning-Friday night. I get there on Sunday one week with a headache. Didn't think anything of it, but as the week goes by, it doesn't go away and gets progressively worse. By Wednesday, I was gagging and near puking from pain. Thursday I skipped breakfast and texted the other wranglers saying I needed the morning off. I tried to get a doctor appointment in the town nearby. Nearest time was 2. It was 11 and I couldn't wait that long.
I got a ride to the ER and was given morphine and a CT scan because they thought I just had a migraine. Morphine didn't help at all, they gave me some vicodin and I was sent back. I got back to camp and puked and called my mom to come pick me up (I definitely couldn't drive.) Vicodin also didn't help at all and made my stomach upset even more, so more puking.
I went to the ER at home (I live 50 miles from camp). They thought cluster headaches after I said I didn't think it was a migraine. Tried treating cluster headaches, nothing. I also said morphine didn't work, so they gave me a shot of dilaudid (8x stronger than a shot of morphine) so I could sleep. I slept for a while and was sent home with a different painkiller pill (which also did not do much).
I spent the next couple days living in my bedroom with a couple really fluffy pillows and as much darkness as possible. I hadn't eaten much in a week and would still puke if I got up from the pain. I thought I was feeling better, so my mom and I were going to drive to camp because I wanted to go to the last closing ceremony of the summer (I missed the last week of camp) and get my car. We got there and my head was pounding. I am pretty sure I finally broke down and cried because I was so sick of it hurting.
We turn around and go back and go straight to the ER. They a shot of imitrex to see if it was a migraine again. I immediately felt awful and threw up, then laid down with the blankets over my head. Then, while the doctor, nurses, and my mom were out of the room, I felt the medicine go up my neck and basically shoot me in the back of the head. I started screaming and bawling, which I had no control of. They came back in right away and put a dose of dilaudid in my IV. Thank God. That was the most pain I have never been in in my life.
The nurse then suggested a chiropractor. I went the next day and was asked if I was in a severe car accident because one of the vertebrae in my neck was all twisted. I realized the week before I had been loping a lot, but would come to sudden stops and bounced in my saddle.
All in all, I dropped 15lbs (I am 5'7" and weighed about 120. I dropped to 105. I looked sickly) and found out I was allergic to imitrex.
Sorry for the novel.