He was slurping up his beet pulp as I walked up to him. I shook the bottle a few times to mix it up and then leaned down to feel his pastern. The next thing I knew, the world went black. When I next opened my eyes, I was lying in the dirt rubbing my head.
After making sure that nothing was broken, I sent a text to my husband explaining why I wouldn't be picking up lunch on my way home. When I walked in the front door, he had an ice pack and some ibuprofen waiting for me. After icing, I took a two hour nap and even went to bed early.
I spent the rest of the weekend gently probing my skull, checking on the tenderness. It hurts enough this morning that even my sun hat caused me some discomfort. I am on my way to the barn this morning. Before I saddle up, I am going to check to see if I can even wear my helmet. No helmet means no riding.
See what I mean about needing a helmet while not riding? Like they say, it's not if we'll get hurt but when ... Sheesh.