Have you ever wanted to just give up on someone? Did they make you angry or upset? Well my horse did exactly that when he threw me off and broke my wrist. I was so angry and upset at him, I just wanted to get rid of him. I didn’t work him for 3 months and had to retrain him under saddle. I am glad today I didn’t give up on him and decide to get help in retraining him. When I look back at the first time I fell off my horse and broke my wrist, I wonder why it took so long for me to get back on and ride again. It was September 2011 and my father told me about a horse my aunt found for sale for only a few dollars. It was only a year ago when we had to but my horse Ginger down due to her age and health, and I finally wanted to get a new horse.
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I rode once already this spring but I wanted to ride again with my mother and brother Jesse since we have two more horses. We all saddled up our horse and began to ride in the pastures. I was a nice day to have a nice day and we even had our fire pit lite which normally doesn’t bother our horse because it is far away from the pasture but you can still see it. We rode around for probably an hour before the unexpected happened. We were just walking around until Zeke decide to jump, turn, and take off running. I was not expecting it so I slide to the side of the saddle and was hanging off side of my horse. Everything was happening so fast I didn’t know what to do but when I looked up all I saw was the side of the lean-to which is in the pasture to protect our horses again the weather. I decide to fall off my horse because otherwise I would hit the building. I remember hitting the ground and I move instantly to the outside of the pasture with tears running down my face. I was so upset and scared, I really didn’t know what happen since it happened so fast. I looked down at my arm because it hurt so badly and it was two or three times the size it is supposed to be. I had to get up and catch my horse who was running around and unsaddle him before I worried about my arm, which was killing me. I caught my horse, unsaddled him, and put him in his stall while tears were running down my face. My brother Joey helped me unsaddle him …show more content…
They all were saying it was only sprained and that I would be fine after I iced it and wrapped it for a few days, but I knew that is was broken, so we called my dad who was at work. My dad was almost done with work since it was 6 o’clock at night, so he took off and came home to see what is going on. When he got home we decided that I needed to go to the hospital to make sure it was not broken. When we first arrived to the Burlington Walk-In Clinic I had to wait in the waiting room for about 20 minutes before the nurse called me back. At this point is was not been crying. I nurse looked at my wrist and made me touch all my fingers to my thumb which I could do with my index finger and my middle finger pretty easily but the other two finger I couldn’t even get close. Then the nurse took me to get x-rays done. That took about 20 minutes because it was hard for me to lay the back of my hand and arm flat on the table. After that she sent me back to the exam room where my mom was waiting for me. We waited for about a half hour before the nurse came back in room and told me the new. I had a broken wrist. She explained how it was a hair line fracture on my radius and that it wasn’t bad. Next she took me into another room where we wrapped my arm with an ace bandage wrap and a fabric board so I couldn’t move my wrist until I got it casted
I rode once already this spring but I wanted to ride again with my mother and brother Jesse since we have two more horses. We all saddled up our horse and began to ride in the pastures. I was a nice day to have a nice day and we even had our fire pit lite which normally doesn’t bother our horse because it is far away from the pasture but you can still see it. We rode around for probably an hour before the unexpected happened. We were just walking around until Zeke decide to jump, turn, and take off running. I was not expecting it so I slide to the side of the saddle and was hanging off side of my horse. Everything was happening so fast I didn’t know what to do but when I looked up all I saw was the side of the lean-to which is in the pasture to protect our horses again the weather. I decide to fall off my horse because otherwise I would hit the building. I remember hitting the ground and I move instantly to the outside of the pasture with tears running down my face. I was so upset and scared, I really didn’t know what happen since it happened so fast. I looked down at my arm because it hurt so badly and it was two or three times the size it is supposed to be. I had to get up and catch my horse who was running around and unsaddle him before I worried about my arm, which was killing me. I caught my horse, unsaddled him, and put him in his stall while tears were running down my face. My brother Joey helped me unsaddle him …show more content…
They all were saying it was only sprained and that I would be fine after I iced it and wrapped it for a few days, but I knew that is was broken, so we called my dad who was at work. My dad was almost done with work since it was 6 o’clock at night, so he took off and came home to see what is going on. When he got home we decided that I needed to go to the hospital to make sure it was not broken. When we first arrived to the Burlington Walk-In Clinic I had to wait in the waiting room for about 20 minutes before the nurse called me back. At this point is was not been crying. I nurse looked at my wrist and made me touch all my fingers to my thumb which I could do with my index finger and my middle finger pretty easily but the other two finger I couldn’t even get close. Then the nurse took me to get x-rays done. That took about 20 minutes because it was hard for me to lay the back of my hand and arm flat on the table. After that she sent me back to the exam room where my mom was waiting for me. We waited for about a half hour before the nurse came back in room and told me the new. I had a broken wrist. She explained how it was a hair line fracture on my radius and that it wasn’t bad. Next she took me into another room where we wrapped my arm with an ace bandage wrap and a fabric board so I couldn’t move my wrist until I got it casted