OMG, that’s horrible!! I don’t think coverup is going to work today and I have errands to run lolol.
I can’t even imagine how bruised you were!!
I broke and trained most of my own horses until I was in my 40’s. The last one was a gray mule. He nearly killed me, so I retired from that. I got him broke to ride though.
The one that stepped on my head was one I trained from a foal. I had his mother. He was half Appaloosa and about 16 hands. I was riding on the farm one day and my daughter was with us on the 4-wheeler. We stopped to talk and he suddenly bolted to the left. I was riding in my English saddle because it was so hot outside. He wasn’t spooky so I was totally unprepared for that move. We rode in a lot of wagon trains together and he was well broken. Anyway, when he went left, I stayed put. I went under him and before the stirrup came loose, one foot landed on the side of my head. The last thing I remember was looking at his belly and that big foot coming down. That wouldn’t have happened if I’d had my big Western saddle or been riding bareback. Knocked me out. When I came to, my daughter was hysterical, and I thought I was blind, but it was the blood in my eyes. LOL That horse never left me. When I was able to see, he has his nose on my face checking me out and he was jerking all over.
We found out later that he was going blind from Leptospirosis. He eventually had to be put down.
I hope your boo-boo clears up faster than mine did. LOL
Taking a slide to honor my uncle who I never met. Died at Anzio in WWII, buried at the American cemetery in Italy. A young private, following two brothers and a sister who enlisted. And his father a WWI vet. Legal immigrants who loved this country enough to die for it. RIP Nick Vukmirovich.