It's just not my year

How many times have you been stepped on by a horse? I can't even count how many times I've had my feet squashed by an errant hoof. It hurts, you get a bruise, and you move on.

Well not yesterday. Coriander, for a reason unknown to me, decided to spin around and stomp on my foot while I was walking around him. It hurt a little worse than normal so to be on the safe side I got x-rays. Well guess what? I've got a hairline fracture on a metatarsal on my left foot. That's right, the same leg I injured back in March.

I'm back on crutches again, joy. I haven't been to the orthopedist yet so I don't know how long they think it will take to heal or what kind of cast situation I'm going to be in. At least this is a relatively minor break so it shouldn't take nearly as long to heal as the last one.

I'm seriously done with being broken though. I'm pretty sure I can make it through the rest of my life without any more broken bones. Now if only I could communicate that to my horses...