09/03/2023
On this day in 2016...
I did one of my workouts while Jay went to the Benson Airport to do some flying. I then set my sights on working with Belairo. I planned to show him later in the month. He had come home from Scottsdale Equine Reproductive Center a few weeks prior and I was have a time getting his brain back into work mode. I knew I needed him back to ignoring the mares and doing his under saddle job. I turned one of my mares out in the round pen. Mind you, she was NOT in season. The closest part of the arena was across the drive. Easily 30 feet away. We began working and his attention was clearly not entirely on what we were doing. Before long his behavior deteriorated drastically. The line on repeat in my head was, "keep his feet moving". So I did. In all manner of directions. By the time that line switched to, "maybe I should get off and take him to the other round pen", it was too late. We were across the arena from the round pen where the mare was but that didn't mean anything. He went up. STRAIGHT UP. From straight up, he went right on over. Without thinking my Airborne training kicked in. My chin went tight to my chest. I distinctly remember watching his mane and his crest coming directly at my face. It was all moving so slowly... Landing didn't hurt. Then he thrashed left. I herd and felt a crunch and clearly thought, "SH*T! I broke something." Still no pain. He thrashed left a few more times. He couldn't get up. Then he switched. He rolled over me to thrash to the right. I felt a pop somewhere in my hip and he was on his way up. BUT, as he got up my body was following him. My left foot was caught in the stirrup. He pulled my partly to my side before my foot fell free. I remember thinking, "thank God!" I definitely did NOT want to be drug anywhere. While he ran around the arena like a pubescent boy, I laid there in the dirt and rocks clinging to dried out sticker weeds. Not quite on my side, not quite on my back. I was unable to push or pull myself in either direction. I found the pain but only when I tried to move.
Fortunately, I was not alone. Mom always made a point to come watch if there wasn't going to be anyone else out. I'm sure her perspective of the events may be a bit different. In short, Mom called 911 and called Jay. The packaging for transport is a whole other story.
As it turned out, Mom wasn't the only one watching after all. Jaeden happened to be at the front door watching while she was trying to come up with an excuse to have her grounded butt out of her room. I guess in a way, she had one.
This picture is from a few days after the accident and definitely after the first surgery.