When I was nine I was sitting on the top tube of my brother's bicycle (while he was cycling) and somehow (we still haven't agreed on the cause) my foot got caught in the front wheel, which caused us both to fly through the air and land at the bottom of the bridge we were cycling down. My brother was unconscious with his head on the roadside of the bicycle path but I'd managed to roll before hitting the floor and was half sitting. The bike was lying near us, my shoe still stuck in the wheel. I was crying but everyone thought I just had some cuts and bruises on my face, arms, legs and my bare foot which had a tiny cut that was bleeding minimally, so everyone was concerned about my brother. He came to within two minutes but I was still crying hysterically and when my sister tried to comfort me I pushed her away and suddenly threw up.
The ambulances were there pretty quickly (it had happened in front of a gas station and they'd called the ambulance) and we both got a neck brace and probably a sedative because I don't remember much from it... turned out I was the one with the severe injury, because the bone in my big toe was cracked hence the minor cut (still a scar) and my pain. Oh and we both had a minor concussion and some scrapes and bruises. I just had to put my leg in a cast for six weeks and move around in wheelchair and/or on crutches. It healed nicely although that toe is a bit stiffer than the rest and sometimes it cramps up, but I was actually very fortunate according to the doctors in the hospital because they told me if it hadn't been for my sturdy sneakers my foot would have been shattered/smashed. It took two strong guys over 6 feet tall to remove my one shoe from the bike's wheel we were told afterwards because it was really stuck in there. To this day I'm thankful to my sensible mother for buying me said shoes because I'd been a brat and wanted expensive Nikes (like every other kid) but we couldn't afford them and the doctors said Nikes wouldn't have given my foot any protection at all, the effects would have been the same as wearing flip-flops, i.e. shattered foot.
Oh and there was the time I 'tripped' over a fence (the janitor had put a wire along the top and my foot got hooked behind it) and fell flat on my chin. The impact was enough to sedate my tongue which apparently got trapped between my teeth but we didn't realize it and thought my teeth had fallen out because I couldn't feel them and my mouth had filled with blood so no one could see a thing either. But that all turned out okay too, except for one side of my teeth being jammed upwards a bit but that got fixed with braces over time.
I also once flew off a horse and managed to roll with it before hitting the ground, and just dusted myself off and got up again after checking the horse. It occurred while galloping circles around my instructor so she'd gotten a good look at what happened and told me that the horse actually fell first (kinda just sagged through its legs), leaving me nowhere to go but through the air. Anyway, horse turned out to be fine and so did I, although my lower back hurt a bit. When I got home and showered I hoped the stiffness would be gone but it remained and there wasn't any bruising yet... a week later and my mother told me to go to the GP because it still hurt and no bruises had formed; turned out I'd severely bruised my sacroiliac (SI) joint and it never healed properly. Still bothers me to this day, and because of its location the pain/stiffness can go halfway up my back/spine but also down to my leg. I've had PT and manual therapy for it but everything is temporary. Oh and my pelvis also shifts on occasion and they have to manhandle me to get it back into position, but we're not sure whether that's from the fall or because of a condition I have that affects my joints that started around the same age. Either way, it's annoying.
Oh and I once got kicked by a horse. Absolutely not my fault, because a friend in my group suddenly galloped diagonally across the riding arena (?) and ended up not only cutting me off (I was just galloping along the side) but then suddenly pulling on the brakes, which caused her horse to back up and kick at my horse who I'd halted just in time at the unexpected maneuver. Fortunately my horse wasn't injured but the hoof hit me less than a centimeter above my knee. I was lucky in that regard because I was riding a Friesian horse which was smaller than my friend's and my instructor had adjusted the length of my stirrups because she wanted me ride with nearly stretched legs to make me work my calf muscles more. If she hadn't insisted on that before the lesson then my knee would have gotten hit instead.
It still hurt like hell tough but I managed to complete the lesson although I could feel it swelling and my leg getting stiffer. I requested to start cool down five minutes early because of the pain and that was okay but when I eventually got back on my own two feet the pain was worse and I limped a bit when taking the horse back to the stables. We also didn't stay very long afterwards (I rode on Fridays at 2100h and with it being the last hour we usually sat in the bar to talk a while) and once I got home and went to shower I realized it was worse than I thought; the entire hoof imprint was on my leg and it was already bruised and swollen. It looked rather impressive. However, the bad part was that I woke up in the middle of the night and being in pain and extremely uncomfortable; my mother took me to the hospital and there it turned out I'd gotten an infection from said hoof even though the skin had remained intact. I was given antibiotics and crutches to keep the weight off until it healed and you can imagine the surprise on my instructor's face the next week when I came in wearing regular clothes and on crutches... but fortunately the week after everything was almost back to normal and I could ride again. It didn't do any lasting damage
The ambulances were there pretty quickly (it had happened in front of a gas station and they'd called the ambulance) and we both got a neck brace and probably a sedative because I don't remember much from it... turned out I was the one with the severe injury, because the bone in my big toe was cracked hence the minor cut (still a scar) and my pain. Oh and we both had a minor concussion and some scrapes and bruises. I just had to put my leg in a cast for six weeks and move around in wheelchair and/or on crutches. It healed nicely although that toe is a bit stiffer than the rest and sometimes it cramps up, but I was actually very fortunate according to the doctors in the hospital because they told me if it hadn't been for my sturdy sneakers my foot would have been shattered/smashed. It took two strong guys over 6 feet tall to remove my one shoe from the bike's wheel we were told afterwards because it was really stuck in there. To this day I'm thankful to my sensible mother for buying me said shoes because I'd been a brat and wanted expensive Nikes (like every other kid) but we couldn't afford them and the doctors said Nikes wouldn't have given my foot any protection at all, the effects would have been the same as wearing flip-flops, i.e. shattered foot.
Oh and there was the time I 'tripped' over a fence (the janitor had put a wire along the top and my foot got hooked behind it) and fell flat on my chin. The impact was enough to sedate my tongue which apparently got trapped between my teeth but we didn't realize it and thought my teeth had fallen out because I couldn't feel them and my mouth had filled with blood so no one could see a thing either. But that all turned out okay too, except for one side of my teeth being jammed upwards a bit but that got fixed with braces over time.
I also once flew off a horse and managed to roll with it before hitting the ground, and just dusted myself off and got up again after checking the horse. It occurred while galloping circles around my instructor so she'd gotten a good look at what happened and told me that the horse actually fell first (kinda just sagged through its legs), leaving me nowhere to go but through the air. Anyway, horse turned out to be fine and so did I, although my lower back hurt a bit. When I got home and showered I hoped the stiffness would be gone but it remained and there wasn't any bruising yet... a week later and my mother told me to go to the GP because it still hurt and no bruises had formed; turned out I'd severely bruised my sacroiliac (SI) joint and it never healed properly. Still bothers me to this day, and because of its location the pain/stiffness can go halfway up my back/spine but also down to my leg. I've had PT and manual therapy for it but everything is temporary. Oh and my pelvis also shifts on occasion and they have to manhandle me to get it back into position, but we're not sure whether that's from the fall or because of a condition I have that affects my joints that started around the same age. Either way, it's annoying.
Oh and I once got kicked by a horse. Absolutely not my fault, because a friend in my group suddenly galloped diagonally across the riding arena (?) and ended up not only cutting me off (I was just galloping along the side) but then suddenly pulling on the brakes, which caused her horse to back up and kick at my horse who I'd halted just in time at the unexpected maneuver. Fortunately my horse wasn't injured but the hoof hit me less than a centimeter above my knee. I was lucky in that regard because I was riding a Friesian horse which was smaller than my friend's and my instructor had adjusted the length of my stirrups because she wanted me ride with nearly stretched legs to make me work my calf muscles more. If she hadn't insisted on that before the lesson then my knee would have gotten hit instead.
It still hurt like hell tough but I managed to complete the lesson although I could feel it swelling and my leg getting stiffer. I requested to start cool down five minutes early because of the pain and that was okay but when I eventually got back on my own two feet the pain was worse and I limped a bit when taking the horse back to the stables. We also didn't stay very long afterwards (I rode on Fridays at 2100h and with it being the last hour we usually sat in the bar to talk a while) and once I got home and went to shower I realized it was worse than I thought; the entire hoof imprint was on my leg and it was already bruised and swollen. It looked rather impressive. However, the bad part was that I woke up in the middle of the night and being in pain and extremely uncomfortable; my mother took me to the hospital and there it turned out I'd gotten an infection from said hoof even though the skin had remained intact. I was given antibiotics and crutches to keep the weight off until it healed and you can imagine the surprise on my instructor's face the next week when I came in wearing regular clothes and on crutches... but fortunately the week after everything was almost back to normal and I could ride again. It didn't do any lasting damage
). That said, can you direct me to a clip? I don't/ didn't watch JAG.
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