
Last Friday I broke one of my cardinal rules: Always wear boots around horses that protect your feet. Not shoes. Not sandals.
I’m pretty good about it, usually. But the one time I wasn’t, I got hurt.
I was feeding Freedom and Willow in the morning. I’d just given Freedom his grain when something spooked them. Who knows what it was. Probably a chipmunk or something equally terrifying. Maybe a bit of plastic blew across the field.
Whatever it was, Freedom jumped three feet to his left. And landed on my heel. It’s hard to describe the feeling of a 1200 pound horse landing on your foot and slicing through the back of your heel without using a lot of four letter words. I certainly did at the time. It hurt. A lot.
My rubber muck boots were in the car, not on my feet where they were supposed to be. Nope. I was in a rush and had just come from dropping my daughter at school. I was wearing (now I have to hang my head in shame), sandals.
After the pain dissipated enough to walk back to the car, I put the boots on and finished feeding. It still hurt.
Driving home, I saw that the local farm had strawberry fields open for picking. So I limped out and picked two quarts.
By the time I got home there was a lot of blood and a lot ofย pain. You know the type of injury? The one where you don’t want to look at it? It was that kind. I stuck my foot in a pot of warm water and Epsom salts. Then I bandaged it up and felt very, very stupid.
Later that day was the Solstice ride. Which, of course I did. My husband asked if I was going to ride with my foot so obviously injured. Seeing that it was still attached to my body, I answered like most of the horse people I know — of course!
This week I’ve taken it easy. Today was the first day that I rode again, and it was a short ride. It’s still hard to wear shoes with heels (although I have done so for every feeding), but it’s getting better.
I was actually lucky. It could have been a lot worse. So, given that I’ve provided a great example of what NOT to do, I hope you all keep your feet well protected and wear boots. Not shoes. Not sandals. And definitely no bare feet. I certainly will be wearing my boots every day, every time.
Hope your foot heals quickly and nicely. Working with horses can be dangerous and not always in the way one expect. I have a similar post on my blog, I know the feeling of not wanting to look at the injury. ๐
Ouch. Having had Freedom standing on my foot, I know the feeling, although mine was not as bad as yours.
yikes that looks painful ๐ hope it heals up quickly (and good for you for still going on the ride anyway haha!)