I decided about noon on Wednesday to go for a horse ride. I took Alpine out because she was next in line for a ride. she was very compliant in the paddock, so I started to ride her around the Acreage. No problems. The second time up the driveway at a fast trot, she ducked her head and bucked! I had no time to get my weight back, so departed the horse on the second buck. Normally, I can ride through this, but not this time. I went over the handle bars about 8 feet up, and landed flat on my back.
The next thing I remember is Brooklyn licking my face and head butting me to get up. I looked for Alpine and saw her up near the house walking back to the corral.
I managed to get to my knees just in time to see Elaine leaving the house to catch Alpine.
This was the first time that I didn't want to get back up on the horse, or should I say, couldn't?
I managed to get up the hill, un saddle her and get her back into the yard with Biz. I put the tack away then went in to lay down for a bit. My back was pretty badly bruised and I had a few cuts on the inside of my arm. I was dizzy and Elaine decided that I was going to the hospital.
They took X-rays which showed nothing broken as far as they could see. However I was in a lot of pain so they shipped me over to Hinton for a CAT scan, thinking that I may have damaged liver, kidneys or? It turns out every thing was OK except for a partially deflated lung, which they said would recover by itself.
The new resident at the hospital gave me a real going over for not wearing a helmet. She was not too receptive to the fact that I did not hit my head, but managed to tuck it.
They gave me a couple of pills, anti inflammatory and pain which made things bearable.
Thursday after noon they released me to go home.
Now, Elaine has been suffering from the onset of Parkinson's disease which has severely limited her mobility and ability to eat or drink. The medicines that they have prescribed so far have given minimal relief so far. Friday morning they stuck her in the hospital to try and get to the bottom of things. This was not quite an overlap, but close.
The ex patient (me) is now the one doing the visiting.
All in all, quite a week!