01-04-2010, 06:39 PM
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I think I'm cursed with getting enough beatings for both my sister and me. Except I always get off lucky with only minor injurys.
The worst one is probably from back in '07. We had just brought Otis back home from Kestrel (he had another breakdown) and recently brought home my sisters new mare, Quest (rest her soul). I was out giving them their dinner and I decided to check the water. I guess I just got into a bad spot. I was walking towards Quest to check her (the clumsy girl, she was always getting into trouble) and when I turned around Otis struck me in the chin with his rear hoof. I guess he was backing up to kick her, and couldn't see me. The kick didn't hurt, but on the car ride to the hospital my throat started to swell up really bad. I only had to get stitches, and I still have a scar.
This summer, Freddy was brought to our acreage to be turned out in the pasture. The bugs were bad, I mean really bad. We were preparing for a hack when he got a really bad nosefly. He has a bad habit of standing right behind you or directly in front of you, and he ended up striking out his front hoof to get at his nose. I just barely missed it, thankfully.
Among other things; Otis actually caught me with his knee when he struck out, I only had a bruised belly after. The only horse I've ever fallen off of, I fell off twice and landed both times on my head. Mild concussions from those. I was slammed into a wall by a very misbehaved lesson horse I was tacking up, needless to say that he got his ass sent down the barn aisle. A horse almost landed on top of me when she slipped while I was picking her hooves. And the countless times I've gotten bitten, feet stomped on, tails whipping me, and even charged at (hard to catch pony decided that he really wanted to see me).
Do I attract the crazy or do I just seem to meet with it?