Trakehner
Well-Known Member
Sitting on my horse bareback, walking down to his paddock and out of nowhere a flock of guinea fowl fly into him squaking etc. Buck, buck and buck and I come off. Broken humerus (upper arm near the shoulder socket) and no riding or much of anything for several months.
Of course, no one around, pick myself up, lock up the horse and drive myself to hospital. They say, "Would you sign this?" "Um, I'll be glad to once you stabilize my broken arm!" Sigh...they don't use casts unless you're 10 with friends who'll poke your arm...I get a sling and have to learn to sit up and sleep for the future. This is not good.
I think I may be having roasted guinea hen in the future when all the parts work again. Typing one-handed is not pretty...and it's my right arm of course.
Of course, no one around, pick myself up, lock up the horse and drive myself to hospital. They say, "Would you sign this?" "Um, I'll be glad to once you stabilize my broken arm!" Sigh...they don't use casts unless you're 10 with friends who'll poke your arm...I get a sling and have to learn to sit up and sleep for the future. This is not good.
I think I may be having roasted guinea hen in the future when all the parts work again. Typing one-handed is not pretty...and it's my right arm of course.