Last week it was my missing omeprezole, this week it's my broken leg. Well I don't actually know if it's broken yet, but that's what I'm referring to it as since I can't walk, sit, put on underwear, or my boots. I'm currently in emerge waiting to be seen by a doctor. Then it will probably be another hour before I even get an x-Ray. Boo.
I have no one to blame but myself. You see this morning I woke up and was scrolling through FB in bed and I watched Elise Wallace's ride at the Mustang Makeover challenge. Can I jut say I love the horse she picked this year! Wow! I'm not sure if it was this inspiration that gave me my brilliant idea later in the day but I'm going to have to assume it was at least part of it.
Picture this. A cold, sunny January day. You have just finished cleaning the barn and say goodbye to your friend. You see your horse waiting for you by the gate and decide to go give them some scratches and hugs. Your horse enjoys this very much. You pull your horse closer and remember the days when you were 13, and you used to ride your Appaloosa pony Snapple bareback and bridless across hundreds of acres. It was second nature, jumping on, being one with the horse.
I grab my horses hood and swing a leg over. Ahh, the feeling of a warm blanket and your favorite ride. In my head I imagine a nice stroll around the field, alas, horse had other ideas. Horse turns and bolts immediately galloping across the frozen ground. Knowing this is not going to end well I try to pull the horse up by the hood with no luck, I would have to bail.
At this point we are already full gallop and I go flying off the side, eating ice and failing to bounce off the hard crunchie snow. I lay there as my horse gallops off and I can't help but burst out laughing. I laughed and laughed and tried to drag myself out of the field before getting run over. Horse came gleefully trotting back to me at the gate. Ha, hilarious.
7 hours later I still can't walk, or do much of anything, so here I am, waiting. Fingers crossed it's not broken. Some things you just have to leave with your youth.
Horse shall remain nameless.