Well this has been an interesting week. If you had asked me while I was sitting in the emergency room how I would be feeling four days later, I’d have told you that I’d be back to walking the dogs, practicing my vinyasa yoga, and dancing to my Zumba DVD by now. Boy, was I WRONG!
I could barely walk Monday night and it would have been comical for you to see me trying to get out of the bed Tuesday morning. I felt like I had been hit by a Mack truck. I suppose getting hurled to the partially frozen ground off a galloping horse isn’t quite equivalent, but it sure did take a lot out of my body. I’ve had spills before, but I was younger and bounced back rather quickly. Mr. D told me when I finally retrieved my car on Thursday that he was certain that I was unconscious or severely broken because I did not bounce when I hit the ground. “Thud” is the word that came to mind.
I managed to knock the scab off my nose today while in the car. Next thing I knew I had blood streaming down my nose and into my lap as I cruised down the road to the barn. Awesome. I was able to scrounge some napkins out of my center console to sponge up the flow. What a mess. I ended up folding a napkin, placing it on the wound, and holding it in place with my glasses. And no, I did not take a photo.
Today I was finally able to walk a little more normally and not have to take the stairs one at a time while gripping the rails. I no longer grimace as I sit or try to get into the bed, and thankfully the whiplash has lessened. And thank goodness it is wintertime and I can cover up the bruises with layers of clothing. Yikes! I am very colorful in multiple places. There are bruises covering my right foot and ankle, my tailbone, my left waistline, and the granddaddy of them all is a hand-sized bruise down my left hip and thigh. For those of you who like to stare at car accidents, I share the following:
It was good to finally see my boys yesterday and today. Our arena still looks like an ice skating rink, so I suppose if I had to be out of commission, this is a good time to do it. Ike and I had a good chat about what happened. He was apologetic, but did ask if I could purchase a bb gun to scare away the vultures.
Not sure when I will be back in the saddle, but hoping that it is sooner rather than later.