Ouch.

*disclaimer* I'm fine, don't worry. *

Yesterday I rode Jack again, on a little trail ride.
I rode the mare on the way out, and then because she's stupid and hasn't been taught properly (Dwayne's only had her a few days), she doesn't do anything right. She's nice & quiet, but extremely unresponsive to anything. So we swapped horses on the way back. And oh what a difference. You can literally ride Jack with the reins between a finger and your thumb. both reins in one hand. he responds to voice cues and neck reins. it was lovely.

Today, however.
We were doing just fine until that stupid mare started freaking out. She had a bucking fit, and apparently I didn't have Jack far enough away from her.
He was ok, just startling a bit, and then, we think, she kicked him in her fit. And away he went. Or should I say, away we went. Across the pasture full tilt. And when we came to the fence, he turned, i didn't. I hit the ground, and things are a little sketchy from that point on. I vaguely remember trying to get up, but my ankle wasn't working, so I managed to turn around and onto my back where I could look at Jack. Who, turns out, was standing 5 feet on the other side of the little fence (there was a gate) staring at me. Did not move until Dwayne came & took him back to tie him up. Then I remember lying on the ground looking around me thinking "how did I get here? we haven't even gone riding yet. Why on earth would I come to Dwayne's and just lie down in the pasture?" Since then, things have cleared up a bit, but that whole episode is more like a half-forgotten dream than something that really happened. Then I remember Dwayne's wife being there, and they had driven her car down to me to drive to my car so Dwayne could take me to the hospital. (And something about "i didn't know she has that much hair, she's always got it in that toque.")

So I got in the car and called Andrew. I remember that part now. And then Dwayne started driving, and about 5 minutes later, I couldn't remember if I had called Andrew or not. But he was 5 minutes behind us at the hospital, so I figured I must've talked to him. Andrew, for his part, figured I must be okay if I could manage to call him. X-rays say that my ankle is not broken, only badly sprained, and treatment is extra strength Tylenol and walking on it as normally as possible. My hands are raw and my shoulders hurt. I think I must've landed on my hands and jarred my back that way, because my head really doesn't hurt at all like it should if I had hit it. Doctor says my neck/back is fine, just strained.

Didn't lose consciousness at all, and my recollection is coming back. My left ankle is about twice the size of my right, and my shoulders are soooo sore. I'm sure tomorrow will be even better.

After we were at the hospital, Dwayne laughed and said, "usually when people fall off we make them get right back on." But I have a hard enough time with both feet functional because I'm so short. And there will be time enough for that later.

I know that it wasn't anything that I did, and it wasn't Jack's fault that he got kicked and scared, so I don't think I'll have any problem at all getting back on. Just not this week. :-p