We then hung around and was being lazy when my friend called and asked if I wanted to go ride a horse - I did. Carus and I took off for the barn with her, did a few chores and then we saddled up Starlet and I got on. I did a few laps around the arena with a lead on the horse, which we then removed so I could get a picture for my 366 and left it off. (Geneva took the photo with my cell and I later processed it with Instagram.)
I did a few more laps without the lead. I was just starting to pick up speed just a bit when Starlet stumbled, and then she sidestepped to correct her gait and I started to go over the side. There was a moment when I really thought I was going to be able to stay on and then I lost it and just committed to the fall. Starlet's back is about 5 feet from the ground so I had some time for a few thoughts on my way down. First thought was, I hope this doesn't hurt as bad as I think it's going to. Then, I noticed I had started to put my hand out to catch myself, like I usually do, and knew that would definitely break something so pulled it up and let my hip/butt/side area take the hit.
I then proceeded to scream out obscenities. Or one obscenity. I was not eloquent.
After a few moments I was able to get up, though painfully, and calm down. Geneva got me home, apologizing profusely and I showered and iced my side.
I am so very sore and stiff, sleeping last night was fitful, but I'm okay. I haven't even bruised. I don't know how I'm not black and blue because it feels bruised, as well as a few other things.
I do not blame Geneva or Starlet. Shit happens, and I'm not surprised when it happens to me because I'm a bit of a klutz. I will get back on, just as soon as my butt/hip stops hurting like hell.
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