Concussion = your brain hurts
Friday night I went over to Nicole's house for a sleepover. We watched a rerun of America's Next Top Model (I don't know why I love that show so much). We watched the Mothman Prophecies (pretty creepy shit) and went to bed at 2 am.
In the morning - got up at 8:30, my mom came just as we were about to make breakfast and she had to go to a vet appt for my dog, so I didn't get to eat breakfast before I went to the barn. Fun.
I had a lesson with Jenn, and jumped like 2'3" with Anja...I know its small, but it's bigger than I've been jumping lately. It sucks to be reconditioning a horse thats out of shape. But she's coming along. We got to do some fun courses (oxers...woohoo) and she was actually moving like a horse, and not a stampeding moose. Always a good thing.
So I kind of hung out at the barn for a while longer, and then Jenn asked me to put the side reins on Tom and ride him. Tom is 16 hand bay warmblood, and he moves like a frigging tank. This is the most powerful horse I've ever ridden - you CANNOT sit to his trot. It's like a mechanical bull or something. Love warmbloods.
Or so I thought. We did a lot of trotting work to get him to lighten up - I've never ridden with side reins before, and he wasn't too thrilled about them. I'd heard that he'd flipped over the last time someone had put them on him. Hmm.
So we trotted by the corner with the stacked shavings bags TWENTY TIMES. Yet, amazingly, the twenty-first time we went by them, they were HORRIFYINGLY scary. Everyone knows that the only thing to do when faced with scary shavings bags is to rear up REALLY high. Which is what my clever horse did. Funnily enough, when he went up, he threw his head up as well. My face, remember, is centered right above his withers (shoulders). Apparently Tom is possessed or something, because he actually got his head back PAST his withers, far enough to smash me in the face. With his HEAD. While I was ON HIM.
I split my lip open, and it was dripping blood everywhere. I was afraid I lost some of my teeth, and my jaw still hurts to chew anything. I definately got at least a minor concussion - my head hurt like a BITCH. I trotted him around three times, almost fell off from my headache, and then got off.
My lip looks like I tried to get collagen injections, and they didn't fully take. One corner is all swollen up and white and red and wierd looking. So don't laugh at me when I come to school tomorrow. Because I might throw my head back and smash it into your face.
In the morning - got up at 8:30, my mom came just as we were about to make breakfast and she had to go to a vet appt for my dog, so I didn't get to eat breakfast before I went to the barn. Fun.
I had a lesson with Jenn, and jumped like 2'3" with Anja...I know its small, but it's bigger than I've been jumping lately. It sucks to be reconditioning a horse thats out of shape. But she's coming along. We got to do some fun courses (oxers...woohoo) and she was actually moving like a horse, and not a stampeding moose. Always a good thing.
So I kind of hung out at the barn for a while longer, and then Jenn asked me to put the side reins on Tom and ride him. Tom is 16 hand bay warmblood, and he moves like a frigging tank. This is the most powerful horse I've ever ridden - you CANNOT sit to his trot. It's like a mechanical bull or something. Love warmbloods.
Or so I thought. We did a lot of trotting work to get him to lighten up - I've never ridden with side reins before, and he wasn't too thrilled about them. I'd heard that he'd flipped over the last time someone had put them on him. Hmm.
So we trotted by the corner with the stacked shavings bags TWENTY TIMES. Yet, amazingly, the twenty-first time we went by them, they were HORRIFYINGLY scary. Everyone knows that the only thing to do when faced with scary shavings bags is to rear up REALLY high. Which is what my clever horse did. Funnily enough, when he went up, he threw his head up as well. My face, remember, is centered right above his withers (shoulders). Apparently Tom is possessed or something, because he actually got his head back PAST his withers, far enough to smash me in the face. With his HEAD. While I was ON HIM.
I split my lip open, and it was dripping blood everywhere. I was afraid I lost some of my teeth, and my jaw still hurts to chew anything. I definately got at least a minor concussion - my head hurt like a BITCH. I trotted him around three times, almost fell off from my headache, and then got off.
My lip looks like I tried to get collagen injections, and they didn't fully take. One corner is all swollen up and white and red and wierd looking. So don't laugh at me when I come to school tomorrow. Because I might throw my head back and smash it into your face.