My very first horse was a green broke two year old strawberry roan named Snoopy (he earned that name, and NO, he was NOT house broken!:roll:). He was a really gentle baby - no buck, no bite, and no GO! He was a dead head like you would not believe. Vet said there was nothing wrong with him, he was just lazy as all gitout. I decided to ride him with some very mild spurs, just to try to encourage him a little more. Bad idea for a rider just as green if not greener than her horse!
While riding down our driveway, Snoopy stumbled just a little. I flinched and tightened up, and accidentally gigged the snot out of him with the spurs. He had never had a spur used on him before, and he jumped straight up in the air and then a step backward of all things. I really had some hang time in the air, before coming butt first down on the saddle horn. I managed not to completely fall off, I fell forward onto Snoopy's neck, and for some reason, he held still - supporting my full weight on his neck, until I could ease back over the saddle horn and into the saddle.
My husband asked me if I was okay, and honestly, didn't feel any pain...yet. He said he heard a loud crack, but we both figured Snoopy may have kicked a rock or something. We actually rode on down the road for about half an hour before I began to realize I couldn't sit comfortably. We headed back to the house and by the time we got there, I was practically in tears and could not for the life of me imagine what I had done to myself.
Hubby put up the horses while I made my way inside the house. I couldn't find any injuries, but when I sat, it felt like I was sitting on a baseball. Hubby came inside and checked my backside for me (I couldn't check it as we didn't have a full length mirror) and Oh Brother. I had a knot at the end my tailbone the size of my fist. And it was a hideous black color.
Went to the doctor the next day, and he nearly fell off his stool laughing (tweren't funny McGee!). I fractured my tailbone.
Could not sit comfortably for nearly three months, even with a donut. Baby had an accident later the day of the doctor's visit and wound up spending a month in the hospital. I was miserable - those chairs are horrible - and the baby wouldn't calm down and sleep unless I held her and rocked her. (She never would sleep anywhere but at home in her own crib).
After baby came home, I decided I'd try to ride Snoopy again. He really needed more constant riding than I was doing, and the swelling on my backside was finally gone. Found out my saddle was the most comfortable place I could sit. Don't know why, but that was the only place I could sit without a donut and not want to cry. Maybe it was just in my head? Go figure.
Oh, and Blink - remind me NOT to read your posts while I'm on break at work. The cube environment is no place for a loud guffaw!