When horses are the boss

So it finally happened. Jillian finally has had enough of horses. Last night at horse lessons Jillian was given a choice to ride a different horse than usual. Since she is a bit shy I had her ask our teacher which horse she thought she should ride. So Bentley was the choice.
Now Macy was as content as ever riding Phoebe. All was well until Jillian started to trot. The teacher could see that Jill was not in full control. She told Jill to get Bentley to stop or walk. Try as she might she couldn't. Her words turned into screams because Bentley turned it into a full gallop in the ring. I jumped into the ring knowing what was about to happen. The teacher and I both tried to get him to slow down and he came to a corner to stop.
Now generally when a horse decides to stop on a dime whatever is on the horse will come off. Jillian hit the ground hard and jumped up quick. But I knew it wasn't good. She said she was never going to ride again. I was more concerned with her arm bent in an unnatural way. I knew it was broke. I never panic in trauma situations unless it is one of my girls. Although I didn't panic outwardly my heart was racing. First I wanted someone to call 911 but realized I could drive to the ER faster.
Macy was in tears and was so concerned with her sisters well being. Macy is so sweet and tender. As we drove to the hospital, all I could think is why couldn't I have caught her. Another 5 feet and she would have been in my arms. I felt powerless. But I know that it is what it is, an accident. Now the fun began with the comedy of errors. I called Lori to let her know what happened. She was in line at Costco. After waiting in the ER for an hour just to get triage They confirmed what I knew. The funny thing is that as I first came in with only 7 people in the ER I knew life was funny. 6 people were called ahead of us that were not even there anymore. The first employee I spoke with asked the typical questions. I told her my wife was a RN in Labor and Delivery at this hospital. She then asked where does your wife work? I told her here at the hospital. She asked what does she do? I told her she is an RN. She asked what department. I wondered is this really typical? Do people just not here what other people say?
I think we have become so busy in filling out our forms, that we don't hear the answers or forget because we are trained rats. So Lori showed up and I took Macy home to be with Grandma. She cried almost for 2 hours about the incident. So after I got back to the ER the X rays confirmed her bent arm was broken. They sedated her to put it back in place. The Dr was so funny in asking her questions if she was awake. He asked her which sister was her favorite. Macy. Who was the one she didn't like the most. Bridget. She would talk in gibberish and we needed our video camera. She cried even though sedated. It was painful but she held up great. She didn't know she had been out for only 5 minutes.
So eventually Lori went home. Did I tell you that they turned off the water to the hospital? They are building new wings and needed to do so. Friday night busy and lets shut down the restrooms. Outside to the portapotty. Now over 3o people in the ER and outside on the benches. Mental patients roaming around wanting to be seen. Cops there for to injured patients. So 11:30 rolls around and we get home. By the way Jillian had to use a bedpan for her first time.
So Grandma told me that Bridget wanted to see Jillian. I brought her down out of her sleep and she was concerned for her sister. Even though Jillian may say Bridget is a pest, that little pest is the most caring child I know. So as I reflected on the days events I knew that I was moving into the right profession. After seeing some cold nurses with no bedside manner and others that did I realized that you still need your compassion to shine through for the little girls who need it.