Continuing on from the fall from Ducati in April 2017…..
Ducati came back over to sniff me and to eat the treats that had spilled out. I just hoped that he wouldn’t stand on me!
I finally managed to sit up. So much pain and shock – but mainly I was just upset. Upset that it could go so wrong. I scanned my body – could I stand? No. My left arm wasn’t working as it should. I thought I’d pulled a muscle. I’d obviously hurt my legs, torn muscles in my groin area and hurt my back.
I managed to slide along the ground to the mounting block – it was a slow process. I thought I could use it to help me stand up. I should have been calling out to Doug – but I didn’t seem to have a voice – and he was probably way out of earshot. I tried to stand up – but I couldn’t. I couldn’t push on my arm and my legs wouldn’t hold me.
I sat there – leaning against the side of the arena – moaning. I cursed myself for not bringing my phone. Ducati kept coming across – it would have been nice to say he was checking on me – but I think he was just looking for more treats. As he put his head down to sniff me, I managed to unclip the reins with my one working arm. I didn’t want him having an accident as well.
After a while, I thought I just HAD to get up – I decided that my arm would just have to work!!! With a lot of struggle I finally managed to stand – on very shaky legs. I hung onto the wall for a bit, then slowly started to walk to the gate. Ducati followed me. Just as I was coming out, Doug appeared. He started to say “Oh were you having a really long session” then realised something was wrong. I asked him if he could take off Ducati’s halter. He then helped me on the very slow walk to the house.
I knew what his first words would be “Why did you get on on your own?” “Why didn’t you tell me?” etc. I told him I was just overcome – his back was so inviting. He asked me if I needed to go to the hospital. I said no – I just needed painkillers. I sat down in the lounge chair and rang Emma, who was at work. Being the nurse, I had to describe what was wrong. I said all was fine – my left arm wasn’t working well – I had to lift it with my other hand – but I was sure I was fine.
I told Doug I needed to go to bed. He helped me get in. Emma rang again to see how I was. She asked more about my arm – she wasn’t convinced and said she was coming to examine me. I took panadeine and tried to sleep – but woke with a bad reaction to it. Now I felt like I was going to give birth to an alien – as well as hurting in every other part of my body. I also felt nauseous.
Emma arrived – took one look at my arm – told me it was broken – and I needed to go to hospital. I told her if I sat up I would throw up – and I was too sick to move – so I was staying there. She shoved anti nausea tablets into my mouth – they got the office chair – Doug helped me onto it – and then wheeled me on it out of the house to the car. It must have been quite a sight!!!
A wheelchair was found at the hospital – and I spent the night there. After x rays it was confirmed – the left humerus was broken – it wasn’t very humorous!
When you mention a horse riding accident, they give you every scan possible. I had so many x rays, cat scans etc.!! In the morning I was sent home with medication and instructions to return the following week for another x ray. I have only praise for our healthcare system – they all work so incredibly hard.
Now it was time to head home and try to pick up the pieces.
COMING UP – LIVING IN PAIN
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