So over the last few days I actually thought life was getting a little better. The sun was out, the freezing temps had broken into 60 degree weather and all was good in the Northern nook of PA... until the wind came yesterday. Sure, I could have gone out, taken some more shots of flying mane and complete insanity... instead, I was working and ended up getting kicked. No, not just kicked... flying off my feet, gasping for air and feeling the side of my ribs crunch and become rubbery.

And I thought (as I lay on the ground, clawing at the mud trying to get one gasp of air...) "My ribs shouldn't move that way I don't think..."

Oh shit. I broke my ribs.

So alas I pulled myself up, drug myself to the ER (mom and dad oddly called 3 minutes after it happened asking BEFORE I told them if I was okay... freaky huh?). So on the way I told mom I had a freakish accident with a gelding on a mission... and she did what all moms do... call ahead to the hospital to let them know her daughter (who was still gasping for air BTW...) was on her way in and would be the one walking in the door, collapsing on the floor covered in mud.

Mmm. Yummay!

So they're broken. Nuff' said. I'm miserable and unable to sleep and most of all I can't go anywhere, I can't drive (I had to have my truck picked up at the hospital). Alas.. so now, I sit in front of my computer and dig up OLD OLD OLD images from three years past that never made it on here.

Blahh. Life sucks.
Ta.