I did a stupid. A Big, Fat, Stupid. The kind of stupid that I know better than doing, yet for whatever reason I did it anyway. And oh, am I paying the price.
Today, when I got off of Meatball we did our carrot stretches and then he followed me around the arena. He and his buddy The Idiot get to stay out there tonight. Anyway, he were walking along and I started running, this gigantic horse next to me. It was awesome. Until he forgot I was a human, not a horse, and bumped me, hard.
Next thing, I'm on my side on the ground. I hit left back hip, elbows and head. Thank god, thank god I had my helmet on. Though I wouldn't have gone out there with him to begin with without my helmet. While I don't actually need to replace it, because I already had more helmets than I need, I recently found out I can get my favorite helmet in navy suede and I am very, very tempted.
Anyway, not concussed. Road rash on both elbows and on my butt (i was wearing really thin breeches.) I have road rash between my eyes on my forehead (we're guessing my sunglasses did that.) I have a giant bruise on my right elbow. JM wrapped me up in ice packs to drive home. I stopped at Sonic and got a chocolate strawberry cream slush (mmmmmmmmm....)
I am going to hurt so bad tomorrow. And I'm riding in a clinic on Thurs/Fri/Sat and a schooling show on Sun. At least I'm riding Penny for the clinic. I might be a little scared of Meatball right now. Not because he hurt me, I know he didn't mean to, but he's just so damn big. He was more upset about the whole thing than I am. Though, the most frantic was the dogs. They all had to come over and check on me. Buffy was frantic to get in my lap and lick my face.
I think I had half of the arena's sand in my ear.
A Note About This Blog
I used to be a writer. Unpublished, but a writer just the same. I have several 100,000 word novels sitting on my hard drive. Then I fell off a horse and got a concussion that scrambled my brains really good (yes, I was wearing a helmet.) After that forming a written sentence was very difficult for quite some time. It's still difficult, but at least now generally the sentence structure isn't egregiously flawed. Verbally and written wrong words pop in, I switch words around, and sometimes I make no sense at all. It isn't because I don't have knowledge of grammar and punctuation, but my brain simply can't do it sometimes. Reading this blog you're accepting that there's going to be things that look like typos or make no sense. It's not because I don't proofread, it's because my damaged brain doesn't see what's wrong. I try my best, but things will slip through. I don't need them pointed out, I know they're there, but if I continued to worry about them I wouldn't write at all. I didn't for quite some time. It's painful as a past master of words to use them so badly, but fortunately the words don't seem to mind.
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