About two years ago I was riding my mom's gelding who when he spooks bolts (and there is no stopping him AT ALL). We had just started to canter to work on his fearful mentality of the gait when lone behold the girth to the english saddle literally broke.... in half. Brand new girth. Metal buckles just snapped clean off and my saddle went flying when my horse began to buck. Long story short, I was thrown, rolled down a small hill that was in the medium sized field I was using (pretty sure I got kicked) and got up just in time to see him go charging through her break away fencing and into the big field with all his buddies. I dusted myself off and with my mom and BO took the long trek to go regain the steed. I limped along, and after recovering the horse, saddle, lone stirrup and a spare girth we went into the roundpen to get back on and go again. We worked for a while to get him over the shock and calmed down again and then left it there.
I feel it fair to note here that I have an extremely high pain tolerance.
My mom asked if I needed to go to the hospital or the doctors because I was limping so bad and like an idiot I said: "No, I feel fine!" and climbed up on my mare who is bombproof and dead broke.
Let's fast forward about a year and a half. I had severe back pains, hip pains and no matter what could barely haul myself up on a horse (I had been active and keeping up my vigorous riding/work schedule after the accident). With a lot of persuasion I went to see a Chiropractor who after an xray session came in and asked me if I was joking about the whole incident and that I hadn't gone to the hospital. I said: "No you're the first doc I've seen, why?" To make this part short here's a short list: (genetically I'm different sizes on my bones it turns out) a cracked collar bone that had healed over itself to form a small lump, stage 2 spinal defluxation with deterioration and collapsed discs/vertebra, arthritis all up and down my spine as well as bone spurs, (and her guess as to some soft tissue damage around my hip). Needless to say I berated myself for being an idiot, promised never to do it again and began treatment with success.
Until a few weeks ago.
I decided to help our BO on my supposed day "off". She fractured her knee a while ago and it never healed right so when she was moving hay I offered to go up in the hay loft and go help her. I put my mare in the stall and went up the ladder and began moving bales. As I went to hand one to her I twisted wrong and suddenly my knee gave out, dislocating and sending me to the ground. I lay there for a moment getting my bearings and trying to get the fire in my leg from spreading and clouding my judgement. When it subsided the BO helped me up and asked if she needed to help me down the ladder. As I stood up she looked at my knee and asked me to sit down.
Stupidly I said "No, I'll walk it off, long way from my heart!" and took a step... and relocated it. Word of advice: don't be stupid like me. I proceeded to walk around the hay loft and when she finished up I made my way down the ladder unassisted (I think the swelling was keeping my knee in place). I walked over to grab my horse and let her out when the BO asked if she could take me home (and told me SHE was putting my horse out) I said no and drove home, sat down with a package of frozen Brauts and peas on my knee and waited for my mom to get home.
I had to go to the ER because pretty soon the swelling went down some and the knee decided to go MIA. I won't bore you with the whole fiasco of the ER, or the xrays, or the journey to the local orthopedic center.
In the end it turned out that when I relocated my knee I left my mark. The group of bone and cartilage that fits underneath that tendon and into the socket was shattered and flew of into all different directions. The ligaments in the knee are torn and the surgeon is going in SOON to find out what else needs fixin. His professional opinion is that I won't be putting weight on it for at least a year, and if he had to guess at least riding for 2 to 3 if everything goes 100%.
This means my roommate has to be informed I'm not moving up, my stuff moved back into my parents house, my college put on hold/moved to an online program, and a bunch of other questions I have to be prepared to ask myself about my future career as a Vet, rider, and trainer.
I figured this can be a way to ease my stress, keep myself occupied and out of doing another stupid thing and talk about my horse.
Speaking of which, I'm going out tomorrow with my mom to see my mare for the second time since being in crutches/wheelchair! I've been told by both her and the BO that they're going to train my QH mare to drive because most likely I'll be cleared for that before riding and I NEED my horsey time!
So I'm going to keep this journal about this whole 'recovery thing' as well as the training of a horse to drive and maybe just funny stories I have up my sleeve about the years with horses. Hey maybe through this long, boring post someone else can at least get a chuckle for a day or feel a little better if they're ever injured and need to be kept preoccupied!