Friday, February 3, 2012
I'm lucky I only broke my ribs on the right side in 10 places, snapped my collarbone, and collapsed a lung. It could have been much worse. I hit the ground at very high speed and from a bit of an altitude after things went suddenly very wrong while riding a young horse this weekend. It hurt much worse than giving birth, I can tell you that. I count over the places where I might have decided differently and avoided the experience. And yet this too is what it is all about, my life. My parents and I compare notes on broken collarbone, broken rib experiences. My mother took a big spill chasing wild goats at South Point when I was about five. My father got bucked off his big red half-draft mare (the ranch's all-time top bone-breaker) and went back to work in two days, back to roping cattle two weeks later. He's unbelievably tough, but he didn't break as many bones as me.
Posted by mgalimba at 9:47 AM