So in my ‘abit about me’ I said I had an accident on my horse gypsy that put me in hospital, and that I would write a post about it sometime. Well I have some spare time now so here we go!?
(If you actually know me, and read this blog post, you will likely know who I am if you, but please don’t tell anyone. I don’t know anyone who blogs at WordPress, and I haven’t told anyone so I think we’re good 🤞🏻😂🤞🏻)
So around March (2018) We got my horse, Gypsy.
Shorty after, I had an accident that put me in the burns unit in hospital.
It was a really nice day and my mom suggested that me and my dad went out on a horse-bike ride (he is a keen cyclist) and explained the route we would be best of taking, explaining where we should canter, walk etc. And so we set off. Me on Gypsy, and Dad on his bike.
I was wearing a pale grey T-shirt, and jodhpurs, as I refused to wear my body protector, with the weather being hot and all, and decision I now deeply regret. The ride had gone well so far, a canter here and there, lots of trotting, abit of walking etc. We got to the point where my mom had suggested a long canter, and this is where it all went wrong…
Me and my Dad had different ideas to my Mom. We thought she meant a short canter, but she actually meant a longer one. The reason she said to do the longer one, was so that Gypsy was to tired out by the top to carry on galloping, making it easier to stop her (we were galloping towards home you see), however me and Dad did not know this. Do we did the shorter canter, about half the length.
She was going too fast and was to strong. I couldn’t stop her. We got to the point I said I would stop, and I couldn’t. She carried on. We had passed the flat and the hill, and were now galloping, full speed, down a rocky path. I’m not going to lie, I was terrified. I went between stages of screaming and then realised she would only go faster, so I stopped and tried to calm.
As a rider, I generally put more weight in my right stirrup. What I have forgotten to inform you, is that I was an idiot. I didn’t do my girth up tight enough. The saddle was slipping, slowly, but definitely. I lost both my stirrups, and then managed to get back my right one, which, as you can imagine, didn’t help, as I was already tipped to the right. This was when the sane part of my brain kicked in. I knew the only ways I could stop, were to wait, or make her run into a gate, where I would likely fall of and be crushed. The saddle was slipping quicker now, and I knew that if it carried on, I risked getting my face smashed in by her humongous metal plated shoes (shod cob). This was NOT a risk I was willing to take…
So I jumped.
Honestly, I do not remember a lot about jumping off. I remember thinking it was the logical thing to do, and that breaking bones is better that brain injuries. I remember watching her gallop off and calling after her, crying and crying. I remember my dad coming up to me and asking if I was ok. And then we walked down to the gate, my dad having looked at my injuries and decided there were no broken bones. A man had caught Gypsy, but we never found out his name. He had experience with horses, and I’m so grateful he tried to catch her because if she got hurt… I don’t know what I would have done. Mom came in the car and toke me home, whilst dad walked Gypsy back.
My mom and my gran argued for a while, and when my gran finally convinced mom to take me to hospital, she did.
The place I went was rubbish. They took of the dressings we had put on, and gave us pretty much the same stuff to put back on.
I spent the entire car journey back to my home city where my mom suggested we toke me feeling sick and almost throwing up (I was at my grandparents). I was in so much pain (I’m sure it was nothing compared to broken bones but this is how I felt). I just wanted to sleep, but I couldn’t because I kept on rolling on to my injured side in the night, and then the pain would get worse all over again. We got home and I was admitted to the burns unit in the Bristol children’s hospital.
Almost a year later, and I am fine. I still have scars, but I can do all the things a normal human can do.
Have a nice day!