I love pancakes for breakfast! .. Except, not when I am the pancake.

This morning was cold, gloomy and rainy. But I wanted to work Hampton anyway to keep his muscles moving. He has improved considerably since the other day. A chiro appointment is still needed but he is at least not looking like a gimp anymore.

So ... as usual, I catch him in the field and lead him to the side gate. Another horse is lurking nearby but I don't think anything of it. We pull up to the gate and I turn my back to fiddle with the latch. Hampton is standing behind me waiting patiently like a good boy.

Well, the lurker ATTACKED Hampton, who had no choice but to spin into the fence to get away. Unfortunately for me, I was already by the fence and so I became Hampton's buffer. I got clocked HARD and heard the fence crack as I was smushed up against it.

Well, my right arm and thumb took the biggest hit. Which is a good thing: if I had not put up my arm my CHEST would have hit the fence. I probably would not have liked that.

how I feel right about now.

Anyway of course I bent over to catch my breath and began to wimper in pain. (I am such a wimp ...). My thumb was bleeding and I couldn't move it. After wimpering a little bit more I looked up and Hampton had the most cute, alarmed look on his face. Staring at me. Somehow, my left hand managed to keep a hold of his lead rope. haha! The offending jerk asshole horse was standing at the gate - quite proud of himself for chasing the others off. I stomped in his direction and yelled and he took off the other way. I made sure he was not about to come for a second drive by!

Anyway a photo of my thumb is below. I am shedding blood so don't look if you are easily grossed out. It's not all that bad really, I got pretty lucky. But the damn thing is super swollen and my arm is bruised up, as is my right knee.

I did end up lunging Hampton who looked good today! Very slight hitch in the beginning but he worked out of it. So at least that made the morning a little better. Geez.

Call the bambulance!