CaleruxShearer
Well-Known Member
It was all going so well until friday night...the Belgian beast is back in work after his fracture, walk and trot, straight lines only, about 10 mins into our session he thought walking in straight lines was actually not for him and tonight, 'it felt GOOD to be alive!' as so without warning he set off across the diagonal at a smart gallop, doing his very best devils horsemen impression, cue lots of surprised 'goooood boy...steeeadddyyyyy...wwooooo...goooooood man' from me (it had zero effect) Rather disgruntled at having reached the gate so abruptly and having his rider thrust up his neck due to sudden decrease in velocity he thought 'ah well, what harm can another quick bolt up the centre line do?' It was at this point I struck up an intimate relationship with the fence.
Next thing I knew I was on the ground with a headache like no other and many people around me telling me it would be fine, I had fallen off (you don't say) and I wasn't to worry as the ambulance was on its way...worry? I hadn't been worrying! It was at this point I began to worry as during my customary check that all limbs were still attached and movable I discovered that although I could move my legs my arms and head appeared not to be responding to my commands. One in the ambulance and trussed up to a spinal board, in a lovely comfortable neck collar and my head in blocks (how I love them, being claustrophobic) I did start to have a bit of a panic once I heard that I had had a fit when I hit the ground (explained why my tongue was bleeding and why I'd wet myself. Nice.) At the hospital once they had done the whole 'This is L...she is a 17yo Female, usually fit and well who was riding her horse when..' business, they unzipped my jacket and were faced with the might of my Kanteq! I informed them that they could cut off anything but if they cut off the Kan (or dubarrys) there would be trouble! I then had to spend quite a while explaining to them how it worked and how they could remove it without cutting it off!
After much discussion, many x rays and a couple of ultrasounds and a CT for luck, and once I was in a slightly better state (niiiiiceeeee painkillers
) in my lovely paper gown in my hospital bed I was informed that my Kan was most likely the only reason I wasn't going to be spending my weekend in spinal unit with a seriously broken back and internal bleeding, as it was it was now the top of my neck they were worried about, fortunately just badly bruised. The paramedics had also said to my mum that the kan was without doubt the best body protector they have seen and they wish something like that could be designed for cyclists. So a happy ending to what could have been a serious 'up the creek without a paddle' moment all thanks to the absolutely wonderful kanteq!
Next thing I knew I was on the ground with a headache like no other and many people around me telling me it would be fine, I had fallen off (you don't say) and I wasn't to worry as the ambulance was on its way...worry? I hadn't been worrying! It was at this point I began to worry as during my customary check that all limbs were still attached and movable I discovered that although I could move my legs my arms and head appeared not to be responding to my commands. One in the ambulance and trussed up to a spinal board, in a lovely comfortable neck collar and my head in blocks (how I love them, being claustrophobic) I did start to have a bit of a panic once I heard that I had had a fit when I hit the ground (explained why my tongue was bleeding and why I'd wet myself. Nice.) At the hospital once they had done the whole 'This is L...she is a 17yo Female, usually fit and well who was riding her horse when..' business, they unzipped my jacket and were faced with the might of my Kanteq! I informed them that they could cut off anything but if they cut off the Kan (or dubarrys) there would be trouble! I then had to spend quite a while explaining to them how it worked and how they could remove it without cutting it off!
After much discussion, many x rays and a couple of ultrasounds and a CT for luck, and once I was in a slightly better state (niiiiiceeeee painkillers