Well, I did it AGAIN
Or rather, it happened again…..
When you fall off your horse it’s one thing. You’ve got an excuse. After all you’re dealing with a thousand-plus pound animal with a mind of its own, and misunderstandings happen. When you fall while just walking around the grounds that’s quite another matter. To be clear, I don’t just randomly fall down – there’s always extenuating circumstances. Like a mud patch, on the slope that leads down to the arena, with just a little bit of invisible ice. Yep, that’ll do it. I do have those grippie things that clip on the bottom of my boots, and they’re great on the ice, but was I wearing them? Of course not….because ‘it was only muddy.’
I’m blessed that I’ve never been seriously hurt in one of these incidents, other than my pride. Seriously hurt, no. Painfully hurt, yes….very bruised and battered.
I find it amazing the bizarre colors a bruise goes through during its life cycle. And of course, the larger the bruise (say from above the elbow down to the wrist and most of the way around the arm) the more spectacular the ‘artwork.’ An ever-changing display of colors and hues, from very dark purple to sickly shades of yellow-green as the days progress.
Quite the sight to share with friends
if they’re not too squeamish.
But I digress…. You’re flat on your back so you pull yourself up and assess the situation: nothing’s broken, you’re not feeling too bad, so you continue your day at the barn. But there’s a Bonus down the road. In the following days every muscle in your body lets you know it did NOT appreciate the impact, abruptly coming to a stop, splayed on the ground. Now you’re dealing not only with a large, painful, swollen bruise but body ache, soreness, and stiffness. You don’t get much sympathy for those injuries which are unseen, only reflected in your zombie-like movements, occasional moans, and your seaming overdose on ibuprofen.