My mom is a nurse and I know it was killing her to be 12 hours away last night. She kept calling and texting wanting to know exactly what was being said, if they had looked at this, and everything else. She has always been so nervous about my riding hobby! I think it comes from all of her time working ER and ICU. She says she's seen some pretty horrible accidents - horse related and not.
The good news it they didnt think it was bad enough to warrant surgery or anything of the like! I am VERY lucky in that regard according to the doctor I saw. Especially since it was both my tibia and fibula. They were stable fractures, so I am counting my blessings for that one.
I am in a cast stuck at my apartment for the moment. They gave me crutches but told me to take it easy for a bit. I also got some lortab (spelling? Sorry). My roommate has been a big help and I've been in contact with all of my professors. My mom is coming into town tomorrow morning and we are going to go see an Orthopedic surgeon she knows of in the area. I guess she would rather be safe then sorry.
I have a close friend from the barn looking at Drifter and Whiskey for me this week. Still no signs of pain anywhere on Drifter, so I am hoping he was just excited. I would have hated for him to be pain and it was me ignoring the signs and pushing him through it that caused him to blow up. It was just so out of character for him. The vets will be out Friday and they will call me after they check him out.
I just keep replaying it in my head and it freaks me out. I had gotten so relaxed and I don't want to say negligent of safety around Drifter- but I perhaps let me guard down a little more than I should have when I was on him. This is the wake up call that will not be ignored. I love the heck out of him, but he's still a 1200 pound animals with a mind of his own.