Tones of Turquoise

remember slowly falling with my horse to the left side and seeing how the rails of the jumps and the grass were each time closer to me. I remember putting my left arm on the ground first and then when I looked up I was only able to see the back part of my horse going over me. I don’t remember what happened in between and only after a few days after the accident I was able to understand what happened exactly.

As soon as I felt that nothing was on top of me I sat down and started crying. I can’t exactly explain what I felt in my left arm, but as I wasn’t able to feel anything it was also painful. When I realized that I couldn’t feel my arm I grabbed it with my other hand. The moment I grabbed it I felt something wet, so I looked at my right hand and find it all covered with blood. Not only was my hand all covered with blood, but also all the left side of my white pants. I started screaming for help and without even realizing it, I was surrounded by a lot of men. Out of all the men that were standing there and trying to help me I was only able to recognize my coach and a friends father. I few seconds later my mom arrived and told me to calm down that they would be taking me to a hospital in any minute. As I was still sitting on the grass screaming about my arm and asking for help, they were trying to put me a brace neck. I insisted that my head and back were fine and that the only thing that was hurting was my arm. But I ended up with that thing on my neck and laying down on a stretcher. As I was freaking out for all the blood I saw, and screaming for help, a man that was carrying me just keep saying “you poor girl have an open fracture.” His commentary just freaked me more out because I imagined having my bone outside my arm.

As they were carrying me into the ambulance, I lost of sight of were my mom was.

There was no chance I was going alone to the hospital without my mom so I started screaming for her while my coach said that she was grabbing her purse and that she would be back with me at any second now. I was on the ambulance with my mom and I was still crying and I realized that I was shaking. I asked the man on the ambulance if I could have some dolex or advil for the pain. He said that he wasn’t allowed to medicate me with anything and that we were only a few minutes away from the hospital. As I was trying to calm myself down I could see my mom trying to call my dad but he didn’t answer because he was playing polo. So my mom immediately called my aunt who would eventually arrive to the hospital with my dad and brother. I could see how nervous my mom was through her eyes, I’m pretty sure she was trying not to cry.

We got to the Santa Fe in less than five minutes and my mom had already been able to contact my father. I was still crying when they got me out of the ambulance. I was crying more because I was scared rather than for the pain.

We went inside the hospital and they send us to three different places and each time a new nurse would ask what had happened to me, but without really helping me. It wasn’t until my mom got really mad that they took me to a small bed where doctors and nurses started to get around me. The first thing they did was tear off my jacket and shirt to look at my arm, clean it up a little bit, and then covered it up with bandages. They then took me to take some x-rays to see exactly what had happened.

This was the most painful part of all. At this point my arm was hurting really badly and they made me bend it, extend it, and put it in different positions. I kept screaming at the lady that I couldn’t move my arm and that it was very painful. The lady didn’t seem 161