RIP Pinky

I guess I shouldn't be surprised that with my first horse comes my first broken bone.

I don't feel very cool or witty using voice to text, I'll tell you that for free. If I thought I was funny when I talked I would've started a podcast, not blog. So apologies in advance.

I tried googling spiral fracture pinky x-ray so that maybe I could post a picture that looks like my x-ray, but to be honest all of those look like a tame representation of what my finger actually looks like.

it looks worse than this.

I was having a phenomenal lesson on Sunday. Runkle was absolutely jumping out of his skin. He was so excited to be out and jumping, he felt like 2 million bucks. I'm not sure why he stopped at the skinny; honestly i think it just surprised him. Just before we should've taken off he decided we couldn't jump it and very quickly ran out to the side. For about half a second I thought I could save it, but belatedly realized I was already halfway off and there was nothing I could do.

I landed on my feet (which was awesome because it was a mudhole in the ring) but I guess on the way down my hand got caught on the reins and I wrenched my pinky pretty well. After a minute to gather myself I got back on and finish the lesson. He was pretty exuberant, but I still rode really well and had a blast. Which is good because it'll be a while before I get to jump again. :(

When I woke up the next morning it hurt even worse than it had the day before. It was slightly less swollen and which really just showed off how crooked it was. It should tell you how much it hurt that I actually went to urgent care to get an x-ray. I fucking hate doctors, needles, sick people, the doctor's office smell, the waiting room and filling out a million pieces of paperwork.

Uhhh i forgot, i have somewhere else to be. like, mars.

Yeah, not huge fan of the doctor.

After urgent care took x-rays, they immediately referred me to an ortho specialist. Even to the extremely untrained eye it was obvious that I had severely fucked my shit up.

Later that day, when I saw the ortho specialist, he said it was a no-brainer and that I have surgery on my fucked up digit. I needed pins to..reconnect my pinky again. Fun. He said we could have the surgery on Tuesday or Thursday, and started to talk about doing it on Thursday, at which point I said why would we wait? Let's just do it tomorrow.

It's easy to be brave when you're in the doctors office and he's telling you surgery is the only option to fix your fucked up shit. But the next day when I was bearing my ass in a backless gown and wearing really sexy hospital socks I did not feel very brave at all.

So... Surgery on the pinky went well (yes... surgery...). But I have this mitten until at least the 25th. All this OVER A PINKY. #notreadytorunkle

A photo posted by megan (@kieshorse) on Apr 13, 2016 at 10:07am PDT

The anesthesiologist basically treated me like a scared 10-year-old, He made fart noises while the nurse put in my IV because I was shaking and ready to leap out of bed back to the car. Runkle, I feel your needle fear. When I woke up the same anesthesiologist was telling a joke about prostitutes which I apparently found so funny I made him tell it three times (much to the chagrin of the poor nurse who was trying to do my outprocessing).

I did cry once she closed the curtain for me to get changed. I feel like it's just been one thing after the other; shitty weather, a strangles scare, more shitty weather, and now this. I was hoping to start at the Fair Hill Starter Trial May 8th, but I don't know if I'm even going to be riding by then. Sigh. Hopefully at my post op on the 25th I will have more (good) news.

The moral of the story is: safer to ride bridleless than with reins that will tangle up your pinky and severely fuck your shut up.

I will say I'm a total badass and did finish the riding lesson so I'm going to take my street cred where I can.