Call Me "Trek 2"
It was all going so well. Really. I like Indi, she's a good horse. And she's short so I knew that my fear of heights wasn't going to be a problem. I hopped on and around and around the arena we went. Both ways, even! The crowd of people who'd gathered to watch April's return to horseback riding were all suitably impressed. But then my bum got sore and I got tired of going in circles.
So it was time to dismount.
And I did. Halfways. Unfortunately I was a dumbass and wore my sneakers. My left foot got stuck in the stirrup. This is not so bad. I am the world's worst "dismounter" and it's happened before. But this time it was uhh ... really stuck. And my right foot was on the ground. I don't think I'm far off in saying this position would be difficult even for an Olympic gymnast.
Crutches - check
Ace bandage - check
Prescription for Vicodin - check
Referral for three orthopedic surgeons - check
Evening spent at the Good Samaritan Emergency - check
Torn knee ligaments - check
Three day work release signed by the attending physician - check
Desire to read a horse again - negligible
Our hero, in happier times.