Big Ben
Well-Known Member
My name is Big Ben, and I am an idiot. Currently I'm a broken battered and bruised idiot, you know that phrase, "Green on green equals black and blue"? Yeah, well I am the current poster child for that one, black, blue, and casted and in a sling.
On July 1st my life changed, fortunately all the damage will heal, broken left arm, smashed right clavicle, multiple rib breaks on the right, and a collapsed lung, and then extensive bruising, scrapes, cuts, etc. I spent 19 days in hospital, and am now home again, still living on morphine, and it will be a while before I can take care of myself again. I tell you this not to garner sympathy, but to explain the reality.
Ben was the horse of my dreams and wants, I wanted to ride that fantastic movement, I could close my my eyes and see me and him dancing together in perfect harmony. The harsh reality is that a nervous older unfit rider of little talent got herself too much horse, and through no fault of the horse, ended up in a wreck.
Also learned:
While you need to be fit to ride, you need to be even fitter to survive a wreck, re hab is hard work. Seriously, there is nothing like relying on others to make you rethink your weight and fitness, so start working on it just in case.
Fortunately I had in the week before the wreck, sold one, sent one to training, and another out on loan, so there are only two horses here, who are easy keepers, so non horsey hubby has been able to keep them ticking over. Do you have plans in place in case you are suddenly laid up?
I fortunately, and unusually had a friend with me on the day, she called 911 on her phone, and called my husband on mine. Another thought, if you have a password lock on your phone, maybe you should consider having your emergency contact details as your screen saver.
Last for now, although I knocked out cold for a while, broke my glasses, and mashed up my nose a little, THANK GOD I was wearing my crash hat. I ended up having sense knocked into me, rather than dealing with lasting brain damage, I know when I get my slings and cast off I will be able to cut my food and feed myself again, if I had scrambled the brain I may have been looking at being spoon fed forever!
On July 1st my life changed, fortunately all the damage will heal, broken left arm, smashed right clavicle, multiple rib breaks on the right, and a collapsed lung, and then extensive bruising, scrapes, cuts, etc. I spent 19 days in hospital, and am now home again, still living on morphine, and it will be a while before I can take care of myself again. I tell you this not to garner sympathy, but to explain the reality.
Ben was the horse of my dreams and wants, I wanted to ride that fantastic movement, I could close my my eyes and see me and him dancing together in perfect harmony. The harsh reality is that a nervous older unfit rider of little talent got herself too much horse, and through no fault of the horse, ended up in a wreck.
Also learned:
While you need to be fit to ride, you need to be even fitter to survive a wreck, re hab is hard work. Seriously, there is nothing like relying on others to make you rethink your weight and fitness, so start working on it just in case.
Fortunately I had in the week before the wreck, sold one, sent one to training, and another out on loan, so there are only two horses here, who are easy keepers, so non horsey hubby has been able to keep them ticking over. Do you have plans in place in case you are suddenly laid up?
I fortunately, and unusually had a friend with me on the day, she called 911 on her phone, and called my husband on mine. Another thought, if you have a password lock on your phone, maybe you should consider having your emergency contact details as your screen saver.
Last for now, although I knocked out cold for a while, broke my glasses, and mashed up my nose a little, THANK GOD I was wearing my crash hat. I ended up having sense knocked into me, rather than dealing with lasting brain damage, I know when I get my slings and cast off I will be able to cut my food and feed myself again, if I had scrambled the brain I may have been looking at being spoon fed forever!