The accident

Horseback riding on beautiful beach in Mallorca

May 2, 2012
Our girls LOVE horseback riding.  Even on vacation; that is the one thing they want to do.  So, I found a really cool family activity; horse back riding on the beautiful Mallorca beach.
And it was absolutely awesome until the very end.
We'd just passed a herd of pigs when suddenly there was loud squealing.  The horses got spooked and took off, really fast.  I fell immediately.  Everything around me was muted.  My mind was racing, trying to grasp what just happened: "ok, it's over..  good..  but I'm hurt.  How bad is it?  It's not bad, IT IS NOT BAD,  NO, please let it not be bad"
I panicked;
"F**K  this is bad.  NO, THIS CANNOT BE BAD.  THE GIRLS.   SASHA, RENEE; ARE THEY OK? WHERE ARE THEY?"
Then I heard David.  He was thrown 50 meters away.  "well yeah, my wrist is broken in at least 2 places" he called matter of factly.
But, I wanted to hear about the girls; "WHERE ARE THE GIRLS? ARE THEY OK?"
Then relief; they were fine.  They were back at the ranch, waiting...  for us.
"SH*T,  I need to take care of the girls"  I thought.  David is f**ked.  I needed to get it together.  I had to be ok.  But,  I'd peed my pants.  "Bad sign", I thought.  I got up.  Again, willing myself to be ok. I had to be.  I walked a little bit.  I was nauseous.  "Another bad sign"  I thought and asked David if he was nauseous.  When he said that he wasn't, I laid down again.  Hoping I would feel better soon.  I just needed a bit of time.
David had walked over to me and we just talked logistics; ranch guys were getting the van; they'd drive us to the hospital; we'd get the girls and jackets; we would all go to the hospital.
I don't remember how long it took for the van to come.  But, I was keeping it together.  We had a plan.