Back to work

I finished my first shift in the ER after my unfortunate equestrian accident. It felt good to get back to real life again after a week of weird hours of sleeping in the recliner, getting up to pet the dogs or talk to Scott, then trying once again to get comfortable. I'm still not feeling great...I guess that these things take four to six weeks to heal completely, but I'm doing much, much better. I went to see the horses this morning after my shift, just petting their soft noses and talking to them. I offered to just give them back to Shirley, and she's considering it. But, she also made up fliers with their pictures, as well as their Daddy's (who she wants to sell after being tossed off his back twice and breaking the same ribs I did, as well as sustaining two concussions). She's talking about just getting an old rescue horse to pet. That sounds pretty good to me.

Apparently, after being found unconscious by Shirley's husband, Dan, I got up, unsaddled Buddy, asked about Dan's health (he was apparently knocked down by Buddy, who was spooked by me being down), and was trying to calculate how long I had been there. I have no recollection of any of that. We also apparently went into the house, had a drink of water, and discussed whether or not I should go to the hospital. The guys in the ER also said that I made perfect sense, but again, I have no recollection of any of that. The brain is so strange.

My boss in the ER says that I am restricted to hiking from now on. Holly wants me to take up nerf knitting. I'm just sick of being either hurt or sick. Nerf knitting may be just my speed.