that reminds me of one of my horsey incidents... was riding in Oregon on a 1/2 day trail ride (with an unfamilar horse who I never did gel with) when I was 10 (I went with a few other adults but not my parents who never rode), the boy decides he wants to canter in the forest (a fairly wide trail but still in the forest), and it was very dusty. Needless to say I did not have much hope in getting him to slow. Yep, you're about to guess it, WHAP right into my face goes a skinny branch, which split my upper lip open (not completely tho) along with several cheek scratches. I was pretty worried but we didn't stop for another few hours and I washed it out a little in a creek. On the way back, the horse decided he had an itch (and this has never happened to me riding anywhere else, with any other horse) and literally with me on him got down to start rolling. Fortunately I bailed by rolling backward, and at that point was extremely freaked out. I was talked into getting back on both for my and the horse's sake, and we returned without further problem. My parents inquired if I thought it should get stitches [like I would know?] and I said no way! To this day I still have a diagonal scar, which makes me smile thinking about that day/story, but in hindsight, I probably should have gotten the stitches.At least I still enjoy riding, though don't get to do it nearly enough now.




At least I still enjoy riding, though don't get to do it nearly enough now.
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! I hope that you're feeling better with each passing day.