Hey out there. A lot of you out their have been asking for continuing updates on how things are going with my wreck. So here ya go.
Kathy and I went to El Paso Tx to see the surgeon. They took a few x-rays and the doc came in to look at them. He is pleased with the progress and said he thinks the healing is going well but he does not want me to put any weight on my legs, like walking, for the next 6 weeks.
I'm a little bummed but, I'll do what he says. I don't want to have to go back there and do this again, so, I'm ok with it.
I was really hoping that he would tell me I could start to walk again but, of course, that didn't happen.
I'm grateful to all of you for your sweet comments and your continued support of Kathy and me.
The picture above is one Kathy took of a mare and her baby, on a ranch that we managed in Arizona back in the day.
I want to take a little time here to thank all of you that commented on my last blog. Many of you I have never met before, but you all were supportive, and kind.
Some of you have been asking me to talk more about what happened. Not to waller in event, but to better express what happened and the result that can come from not taking things slow and steady. So, here we go.
I left off in my earlier blog expressing how important it is to take things slow. Not to trust your horse too much. No matter how old or young they are. There is still a wild horse that lives inside every domesticated horse. We are going to get hurt at some point in time no matter how careful we are. It may not be as bad as it has been for me, and I hope you never have to experience what you are about to read, but something will happen. Most of the time it's our horse stepping on us. Or, they whack us with their heads when we are trying to bridle them. They might hit us with their tails and give us a black eye. The list can go on and on and I bet something has happened to all of you already. And, if that's the case, let me know about them. Share them here with me and your fellow horseman, so we can all learn from the mistakes of others and, perhaps, it won't happen to us.
As I told you earlier in the earlier blog, my student Sandy and my wife Kathy, were the first ones to find me after me laying there for two and half hours. Their first contact were to the good people of our local, volunteer, fire department. Most of the folks that come out to help me are my friends and neighbors. It was comforting having familiar faces around me. My friend and saddle pal, Mark, was there early too. He has some training as an EMT and his farther was a doctor. So, he kind of knew what was going on. It was good to have friends around. I had maintained my composure for those hours that went by, but it seemed that once help had arrived I began to lose my composure and began to slip in to shock. I guess it was like, I have been packing all of this emotion for a long time. Now why don't you guys take it for me. I began to shake and to turn gray in my complexion.
They got me sorted out on an inflatable gurney and we set in to wait on the EMT's from the town closest to me. Over an hour away. We had to wait on them because they were the only ones that could give me the right pain medication.
After the great guys from the EMT's sorted out what they thought could be wrong, they ordered a helicopter . That would take another hour for them to get there.
When the chopper landed and the nurses on the chopper got to me they did all the things that those folks do when you hand a person over to another for treatment. They put me in the chopper. One of the nurses said as they were putting me in, "I don't think he will fit". I still had my cowboy boots on and one of the nurses took a look at them. I begged them not to cut my boots off. I asked if I could try and wiggle them off before they took that drastic action. Good news, I was able to get them off and after that, I fit in the chopper.
The flight was about 30 minutes. They gave me something for pain and I was pretty much out of it till we got to the Trauma Center in El Paso Tx. I will never be able to express to you guys the pain that I experienced. My hope it by talking about my accident, it may help you to be more aware of what you are doing around your horse.
Such a little mistake can cause so much pain and suffering. But, I'm here. I'm alive. I GET to share my story with those of you who are interested. And, I hope that we all learn from it so it doesn't happen to YOU!
The time in ICU, six days, it another part of a very long story. I'm not sure you are all interested in that or not. If so you can let me know.
I can't express how much I appreciate the love of my life Kathy! She continues to take such good care of me, despite her own chronic back pain. She never has complained about all of this. She is a pretty darn good nurse and a cute one at that.
Others have reached out to me durning all of this. Horseman, trainers horse folk. They have introduced themselves to me, offering their condolences and wanting to meet me. I am excited, and look forward to the time I'll get to do just that.
Thank you all for your kind words, your support. Our neighbors, the town of Hillsboro NM, have been amazing putting together events to raise money to offset our need. They have all been amazing. And you know what is the most amazing thing to me? Most of them I don't even know. Kathy and I will never be able to express how much you all mean to us. From the bottom of our hearts, THANK YOU!
Some of you may have wondered why I have not been writing my blog. Others of you may know what happened and understand why I have not been writing.
A few weeks ago I was bucked off SBI. He's the horse you see in the picture above with his owner Jack aboard. Not sure why. I have ridden him several time in the round pen as had Joey when he was here, without a problem. What happened is I gave to much trust to this horse and I'm paying a very heavy price for it. I was aboard SBI. He stood still to be mounted, which I did several times before I got on him to ride. We walked around the round pen for a few moments and he seemed fine when, out of no where, he dropped his head and launched me into the air. As I was coming down he was on his way back up and we both met in the air with him driving he saddle horn in to my pelvic area. It broke my pelvic bone and fractured by right hip. I fell to the ground after that. SBI was still bucking in a circle so I had to pick up some dirt and show him so he would know where I was. He settled down and stood on the far side of the round pen away from me.
As I was flying thru the air I knew it was going to hurt. After the dust settled a bit I tried to get up, and that was not happening. I did not know I had broken anything at that time, but when I tried to move my right leg the pain was, well, no words to express how bad it hurt. I thought I could drag myself to the truck, where my cell phone was, and if I was lucky, could get enough signal to call Kathy. I crawled about 3 feet and realized I was going no where. Thought I would roll over on my back I could make it to the truck. When I rolled to my back I realized I was not going to go any where.
I lay there for 2 1/2 hours before I was found. My student Sandy was coming for a lesson, so I knew someone would find me. So I settled in for the 2 1/2 hour wait. I never loss conciseness durning the whole deal. Folks later asked my what did you do for that time. Well I prayed a lot. Then, I thought about what had happened. What did I do to cause the problem? How could I have avoid this wreck? Most folks die from shock when these things happen. So, I was determined not too.
Sandy showed up for her lesson only to find me in the round pen giving her instructions on who to call. Kathy showed up just after that and was able to help Sandy get the first responder to me.
You may be wondering where Kevin the cow dog was all this time. Well, he doesn't like it when thing get a little western. So, he headed to the house as soon as I got the horse out to ride. But when things settled down he came back a laid out side the round pen next to me. When the first responders and the EMT's from TorC the were busy taking care of me. Kevin came inside the round pen to check on me. Folks were try to get him out of way but he was determined to make sure I was ok.
It took about another 2 hours after the EMT's arrived for the helicopter to arrived to take me to the El Paso Tx to a level one trauma center. There is whole other story there. But to give you a taste, I was in ICU for 6 days.
I'm really lucky to be alive and I try to remember that everyday. Will I go back to horses? I hope so, but I don't know. Will I be able to walk on this leg again? I hope so, but I don't know.
All of you that read this thing know that I preach safety first! But I made a very simple mistake. What was that? Being in a hurry. If I had taken 5 more minutes with SBI on the ground, I don't think this would have ever happened. Not his fault. My fault.
I'm not sure how many folks read this blog. I hear from some of you sometimes but I hope that what has happened to me never happens to any of you. So, Take your time. Do not give to much trust in your horse, regardless of the horses age or experience .
Remember: It's not if, but when! Cause it going to happen. I just hope that any mistakes you make do not result in this.
Will try and keep you updated with info on what the heck I'm doing with horses and music.