First, let me confess this was entirely my fault. Of course it was – as it always is with horses.
Last Thursday I received love kick from my wonderful 17-hand, 4 y/o, steel-shod warmblood. It resulted from my poor handling during a playful jog around the pasture after a long day and trailer ride to the vet school (where he’d just passed his recheck with flying colors) followed by several stops on the return trip. We needed some exercise, things got frolicky and passagy, I got careless, he thought we were celebrating, did his patented spin-kick maneuver – WHAM!
Four days later, here’s my leg:
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And now you’ve all seen me in my underwear.:o
Lots of ice and ibuprofen and sulking for me. I won’t even attempt to describe the pain. However, I do feel lucky that he found the fattest part of my body instead of my knee or my elbow or my face.
Anyone care to enter the “gigantic and spectacular bruise” contest?