Trying to Get my Breeding Business Back on Track - Training Young Horses _ The Fall Part 2

Part 1 of The Fall

With the final sideways jump of the young Arabian horse, there was no saving me. I landed with a thud, smack on the back of my helmet underneath the horse with the right side of my neck striking one hoof of the horse. My right elbow somehow took an enormous impact as well. The horse was still in motion and tore off down the arena away from me as I just laid there.

I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. And as usual, I couldn't see because my glasses were long gone. Mariah caught Reflection and Rachel raced towards me as I tried to figure out how I was. The back of my neck specifically was throbbing but really everything seemed to hurt.

Once I could catch my breath, I rolled over and began feeling for my glasses. Fortunately they were close by although buried in the dirt. Rachel helped me to my feet and tried to brush me off but I'd hit so hard the dirt was ground into my clothing. Besides. the pressure of brushing the dirt off seemed to hurt everywhere.

I limped over to get the long lines and then went back to get the horse. There was no way I was willing to end this session here. Once I'd attached the long lines, I again put the horse through his paces.

The young stallion settled quickly and seemed to be OK so I decided to get back on the horse. But this time I left a line on him with Rachel at the other end. The horse let me get on as quietly as he had the first time. He even let me use the mounting block. My plan was just as a couple of simple circles on the lead and then we would quit for the day.

Something got him! I have no idea what or why or where, just something got him. Just a few steps into the walk, the horse threw his head into the air with his eyes bulging and nostrils flaring and took off again. He hit the end of the lead and popped around spinning me right out of the saddle. I swear I was in the dirt before I'd even processed his head was in the air.

This time I landed on my right check and then spun backwards onto my back. Again I laid there on the arena floor, shaking my head and wondering if everything still worked. I didn't appear to be hurt any new locations with the exception of the new bruise where my pocket knife had been slammed into my skin. But all the original injuries now screamed even louder.

Again I got to my feet trying to figure out what I should do. I finally settled on getting on the horse in his stall. At first the girls walked him around in the arena until he was quiet. Then Rachel and I took him into his stall.

Rachel held him as I tried to put my foot into the stirrup. But just the movement of the stirrup by my foot wigged the horse out again. He panicked and was literally bouncing off the walls.

Fortunately Rachel was able to stay out from under his feet but I was not so lucky. My foot got caught in the stirrup and I was pulled every which way with the frightened horse. The horse fell a couple of times and I went right down with him. At one point we both landed in his big water container on the floor breaking it.

Each time the horse fell, he managed to catch my right leg with a hoof as he pushed himself to him feet. If he crashed into the near wall, I was the buffer between the horse and the wall. All the while my mind was churning trying to figure out how to free my trapped foot. Finally I managed to get enough behind the stirrup to take the pressure off and my leg popped free but not before I was badly beaten.

Rachel managed to get the horse quieted and we tied him to the wall. Then I went outside the stall and collapsed in the dirt. I got up for a brief instance to throw a horse blanket down for me to lay on. Even though I was dripping with sweat, I knew the cold dirt would throw me into shock if I had just laid there.

There was no way I could find a position that didn't hurt. My head was spinning. I was seeing stars. The places on my leg where Reflection had stepped were screaming at me. I knew I had to lay there or I would pass out. I didn't want to scare Rachel and Mariah anymore than they already were so I just laid there, trying to figure out if I needed 911 or not.

This may not make sense to most of you, but those of you who read my other blog might understand Doctors and Dentists and Such are only a last resort for me. I have to think I'm really going to die or forget it. There is no way I'm going to a doctor for merely falling off a horse.

To be continued............

After the Fall



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