And yes, I look like hell.
But let me back up a bit and tell you the whole story...........
Yesterday I finished up the Sugarbush Draft Horse Registry website (check it out, as it's REALLY pretty now) and I posted a few links to facebook. After hassling with some silly buttons that just were beyond my technical capabilities, getting it all to work, and finally feeling like I deserved a break, I headed out to the only place a horse girl can relax - the barn!
Well, Sweetie came home recently, and she's shedding like a pig, so I decided that the first thing I would do is brush her out a bit. I grabbed a shedding blade, and wandered out into the paddock closest to the barn. Sweetie was standing right there, and so was Diva.
From the start, Diva was being pushy. SHE wanted to be brushed, and I told her to wait. I moved her back, but I could see where this was headed. I figured it would be a good lesson for Diva to learn some manners. I THOUGHT she had a better understanding of "human rights" (you know, 2 legged things are always right, and you don't mess with them) then she evidently did. Well, I had about 30 feet or more between the closest part of the horse. I know there were at bare minimum three 10 foot fence sections between us. I was well out of kicking range. (For those who know the place, Sweetie and I were in the middle of the long pen kinda near the alley fence, and Diva was on the far side of the feeder). By eye balling it, there was a minimum of 2 canter paces before she could get within striking distance.
So, I got two swipes on Sweetie, then saw her ear flick as I heard the movement. With out thinking, I darted out of the way, towards Sweetie's hip (away from Diva). Bad idea. Sweetie swung that hip toward Diva and moved her head out of the way. Natural instinct, but in effect it blocked me between them. I went to yell and thew my hands up, but never made a noise. The first hood caught my hand, with the second set right behind it catching me in the face and shoulder. The shoulder was a glancing blow, and I ducked as much of the face as I could. I thought "get in close to her and she can't kick as hard" but I couldn't. I kept being moved into Sweetie. For a brief second I thought I saw an opening, and then some how I was tangled in Sweetie's legs, and down on the ground.
At this point it was all noise, panic and dust to me. My mother was up in the barn, maybe 100 feet away, and had seen the whole thing. She was headed down the hill yelling and flailing at the girls. According to her, she swore I took about 5 kicks in the back (I didn't, I dodged all but one of those, and it was glancing on the rump) and then went under them. She said she saw them both stepping all over me. In reality, the only bruises I have on my body are the shoulder (from Diva) and a bonk on the ribs which is very minor, and a bruise on my left hip where she did step on me. Diva though danced all over my lower legs. I have about 20 bruises there, ranging from my left ankle, left knee, right shin, inside my left thigh.... well you get the idea.
Mom handled it perfectly, and Jae was only steps behind her (he was closing the front gate). Mom got to me as I was still pretty stupid (spinning, dust, must leave, have to get out from horses!) and she steadied me and asked if I was ok. I answered honestly, "NO!". Mom was standing on my right side, and I was leaning against her leg for balance while sitting on the ground. Lemme tell ya, they rung my bell GOOD.
Jae came around the left, and according to him, he saw blood every where. My hair, my shirt, my pants, and all over my face. He asked me something, and when I answered he just stopped me, looked at mom, and said "she's going to need stitches". He said that he could see my teeth showing through my lower lip/jaw area. Yeah, you see that pretty laceration they showed up, it went all the way through! He kept telling me not to talk, but I was SO thirsty, and very light headed. I told mom I needed water, and off she went like a rocket.
Jae asked me if I could get up, and all I wanted to know was where the girls were. He said "gone" but I could see Sweetie just outside the paddock fence. I kept thinking Diva had to be close by, and sure didn't want a repeat. He told me mom chased them out of the paddock, and Diva was well away, I was fine. He kept asking if I could get up, and I kept saying "not unless you want me to pass out".
Finally they got the water, towels, car, and everything you need on one of those emergency runs to the hospital. At this point I HAD to walk a few feet. Jae half carried me, and even still after only a few steps I needed to sit back down because I was trying to black out. I got my wits again, and was back at it. I managed to make the car, and laid across Jae's lap while Dad drove. They kept asking me if I was sleepy, but oddly I wasn't. I just HURT and hurt everywhere. I didn't want to sit up because of the downside of all that adrenaline making me so light headed. I guess you would say I was a bit shocky. I said I would need a wheel chair once we got to the ER.
Arrived at the ER, got my wheel chair, and had to explain to them what happened. Do you have any idea how hard that is to speak when you have a 4 inch laceration in your lip? All those Ps, Bs, Ds, and Ts just DO not work with out a solid lip! And every time I tried, I was a spitting drooly bloody mess. I'm sure the staff just loved me.
I got in, got settled, got my IV drip (which I wanted badly because I was SO thirsty) and then the pain meds (which I was not looking forward to because they make me ill). From there it was blood work, X rays, CAT scans and only a small wait before the doc came in to see me. Oddly enough, everything checked out "better then expected". No breaks. I did lose a tooth, and have another that was knocked loose and rather painful, and of course, that ugly looking lip.
Now, keep in mind, that I had not yet seen my face. I went from a paddock, to laying in a car in the back seat, to a hospital room with no mirrors. The staff kept making comments about it, and I told them I figured it would scar, but they seemed to think I would be horrified. They made me wait until it was all sewed up before I could see it. I guess I was supposed to panic or something, but trust me it did not FEEL as pretty as it turned out. I was half convinced that I was missing a HUGE chunk of my face. A little 4 inch cut... that's NOTHING!
So today, I went to see the dentist. What a wonderful man! He was so worried about my cut and the stitches that he didn't want to do much, but he did want to see if we can save the tooth I still have. He numbed me up (and did I mention that lidocain makes me sick to my stomache?) and then shoved it back in and glued it to the tooth next to it. Oh my.... it feels SO much better! That tooth had been sagging about 1/4 inch below where it's supposed to be, so every time I moved my mouth at all, it bumped it, sending pain straight through me. It's almost where it used to be (a bit straighter actually) now, and I can actually eat food.... soft food, but it's a start.
I was told to give it a week if the glue holds, and then come back to see him for the real repairs. If the glue chips off, come back as soon as possible. He thinks it will reattach perfectly, but the damage where my other tooth was knocked off will likely require a root canal and a bridge.
Now, let me put this in perspective for y'all. I have never before been kicked, and now, I have been kicked countless times. I have never had sutures, and now I have 40. I have never even had a FILLING, and now I'm gonna get serious dental work. All of this because I misjudged a distance between horses, and got a little over confident. I have been working with horses for 13 years, and many of those were NOT nice horses. I predicted long ago that when I got it, I was gonna get it good.
I am kinda glad it's out of the way now!
But seriously, I've been sharing this story with people to show you that even the most experienced of us do make stupid mistakes. That's all that this was, and it was MY fault (ok, Diva SHOULD have known better, but she's a 3 year old in heat with a new horse in the pasture.... not the best time to get all over confident). I figure if my big ugly mug up there helps someone make a better decision, then at least my pain might be worth it a bit. And for all of you who have made silly mistakes like this yourself, hey... at least we're not alone!
I'll be out for a while. The pain meds make me stupid and sleepy. But I'm good, and I'm healing up nicely. I can't believe there wasn't a single broken bone in the mess.