Perhaps too much.
We headed toward the open gate and he started trotting. Then, he started running. I think he bucked at some point. The witnesses said a tree limb hit him and caused him to spook. All I know is that I flew off the saddle and landed on my back. I must have bounced, because I have a bruise and scratch on my arm, and a pretty gnarly bruise under my left breast. An ambulance was called. Let me tell you; getting strapped onto one of those boards when your back hurts is AWFUL. I had an MRI, as well as x-rays. The ladies were very understanding when I said I couldn’t move. My back hurt that much! To make a long story short, I ended up with a compression fracture on my T12 vertebra. The fracture is on the outside, which means it’s not going to lead to surgery. My spinal cord is safe. I’m in tons of pain, though. A lot of it is muscle spasms. So not fun.
I’m stuck on the couch for at least two weeks. Can’t move much, which means I should have time to write or edit. HA! I take so much medication that I just want to sleep.
Someone asked me if I’d ride again once I’m healed. The short answer is…yes. I have to. I can’t let the fear of pain keep me from doing something I love. I still want a horse of my own. I’ll get hurt. It happens. Fear won’t stop me. I’ve got to LIVE, not just be alive.
In writing, I can’t stop submitting manuscripts just because I fear the pain of rejection. I’ve got to put myself out there. Live. Relish every bit of it. You know? I’ve got to get back on that horse over and over. It’s the only way to go.