Of course, it was completely my fault, I was a big, stupid idiot.
I was going to lunge her in her surcingle again today [the second time having it on] and if all went well, I was going to add the bridle. So I groom my amazing little Gracie who has always taken everything I've thrown at her like she's been doing it for years, and throw the surcingle on. I go to tighten up the girth and she starts backing up. I asked her to stand still and then she started getting panicky, and then she started thrashing violently. I unhooked one of the crossties, assuming she felt stuck, but the violent thrashing continued. She spun around, facing the other way, conveniently placing me in between her and the wall as I'm frantically trying to figure out what has her going. I try to undo the girth but the holes are recently punched and it just doesn't come off that easily.
And then I see.
Stupid human that I am had put the surcingle over her back AND the crosstie on the other side, and when I tightened it, her face was pinned to her side and then to the wall. No wonder she panicked! So I managed to release the other crosstie, and she instantly relaxed and stood there like nothing every happened.
During the battle, she fell down [on the concrete floor, eek] a few times, and slammed me into a wall at least three times, probably more. She hit my face, my head hit the wall. Or maybe she hit me and both of us hit the wall. It was terrible. Broke my glasses [and I'm blind without my glasses], my head was throbbing, I had blood pouring down my face from a scratch on my cheek [from my glasses] and of course, I'm sobbing from all the adrenaline.
I ran my hands over Gracie to "see" if she was hurt. Like I said, I'm pretty much blind without my glasses. I couldn't find anything glaringly wrong, she walked fine, trotted fine. Somehow, Gracie came out completely unscathed. I loved on her a bit, it wasn't her fault, and put her back in the crossties and she was perfectly content in them. I put the surcingle back on and she was perfectly content so thank god the several seconds of panic didn't make the barn, the crossties, the surcingle, or me scary. So oddly enough, I'm very, very proud of my little girl.
I simply can't WAIT to go in to work tomorrow with my fat, swollen, scratched cheek and black eye! Haha. And because I always take pictures of my battle wounds, here's a few!