Saturday riding my horse bareback, some guinea hens fly up into him, he bucks, off I come…crunch…a broken humerus. Slowly get up, catch my horse while cradling arm and turn him out.
The classic part…barn is empty. i crawl into my car and drive 40 miles ti the “local” Kaiser.
Sigh…so far, no surgery is planned, have a boatload of oxycontin for pain (which I’m trying to not take)…no cast just sling…that seems weird but it’s the norm now I’m told.
Sigh…bad timing of course.