While sitting on the mounting block on Monday afternoon contemplating whether I needed to call my husband for yet another emergency room visit, I was reminded of all my previous ER runs. Do you know the lyrics to Todd Snider's song, Beer Run? Well my ER visits feel a lot like that: B - double E - Double R - U - N ... Beer Run ... I just need to add a B and an E. Here's Todd Snider singing the song on the Bob and Tom show ...
I had amnesia for several hours though. I knew the faces and names around me, but I had no sense of time. I didn't know how old I was or even what time of year it was. I also had no recollection of the past several months. Within a few hours, most of my memory came back, but I never was able to remember the events of that morning or the evening before. TBI number 1.
Sprained Pelvic Bone
During an early attempt at "riding," he bolted and galloped straight for the pipe fence. He slammed on the brakes and tossed me so violently that I slid under the fence and out of my shoes! Seriously. He knocked my shoes clean off.
I was driven home, and my husband was called for the first of what was to become one too many equine related injuries! My pelvic bone was sprained, but the end result was that my legs ended up being the same length after that.
That was the only time Mickey ever tossed me. After that, he always kept me dead center on his back. He was a lot of fun to ride.
An EKG and Eye Trauma
When I opened the door, she let fly with both hooves and blasted me in the face, chest, and arms multiple times. I managed to crawl out of the way and laid there with my ears ringing, totally disoriented.
When KG saw me, she grabbed a cell phone and hiked to the highest point she could find to try and get some cell phone reception. My husband came and hauled me to the ER (again) while her husband brought a second trailer to haul the horses back home separately.
I ended up having a scrape to my cornea which required some pretty intensive antibiotic treatment since I was kicked with a manure covered hoof. And since Montoya had kicked me in my chest, the doctor ordered an EKG to make sure my heart was still beating on the correct rhythm. My arm also looked broke (and it felt like it too), but like Izzy, I must have strong appendages.
I walked out of the ER with a normally beating hart, good bones, and a small scrape to my eye.
A Dislocated Knee
I sat down in one of those chairs that sit outside of the dressing room and had my husband go find security and a wheel chair. Being wheeled out of a Kohl's has to be the most embarrassing moment of my life. My poor husband had to find yet another emergency room to which he could haul me.
Numerous x-rays confirmed that my knee was dislocated. The ER doctor straightened it as far as it would go, stuck me in a leg brace with crutches, and sent me home - with my knee still dislocated. The next day I drove myself to my awesome chiropractor who prescribed lots of hot baths and gentle massage.
It took several days, but I was able to relax the muscles myself and push my knee cap back in place. Oh my God. I can't even begin to tell you the relief I felt. Not only did it feel so much better, but I had already sent in my entry for a 50-mile endurance ride the next weekend, and I wanted to go!
Much to my husband's horror, I got rid of the crutches and leg brace and rode those 50 miles. I had a great time!
The Cracked Helmet Incident
I wasn't certain that I needed to go to the emergency room until I saw that the back of my helmet was cracked. So yet again, my husband was called and we made our way to the ER.
My husband must literally radiate EMERGENCY from his every pore because I have never had to sit in a plastic chair waiting to see a doctor. Every single time he has driven me to an ER, I am wheeled directly into some diagnostic room or at least to a bed, immediately.
This trip was no exception. When he said "head injury," I was in a bed with nurses hovering and a doctor in attendance. In fact, within just one or two hours I was drugged for pain, x-rayed, and MRI-ed. And yet again, what looked like a broken arm, was diagnosed as a separated shoulder accompanied by another TBI.
Here's hoping my next 44 years (plus) go a little more smoothly. I am not sure how many more times I can bounce!