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Otro fin de semana emocionada en Chile. Mis hermanos llegaron de Santiago para pasar el fin de largo juntos con nosotros. Nos fuimos a andar los caballos y conversemos y comemos harto. En domingo mi hermano, su polola, y yo nos fuimos a ver un caballo nuevo de mi otro hermano que compre de un weon en el Sur. El tipo nos dijo que era mancito el caballo y estaba bien andarlo con cualquiera persona entonces nos fuimos con montura y toda para probarlo. Lo ensillemos y todo sin problemas. Pusé mi pie a dentro del estribo para probarlo con un poco de peso. Aún no hizo nada. Subí al caballo y me senté arriba solo a ver que el caballo no está amansado en verdad. Se fue loco al tiro y empezó a correr. Corrió a una cerca con palos y empezó a saltar para votarme a fuera. Me votó en el fin y saqué la chucha con un palo. Me fui volando adelante del caballo 2 metros y pegué un palo directo en la cara. Me quedé tranquilo en el suelo después y traté a ver que estaba herido. No podía mover mi brazo entonces empecé a masajear mi brazo y empujé mi brazo a dentro del cuerpo un poco y mi sombro se fue a dentro con un “pop.” Dolió caleta pero fue por lo mejor porque ahí sabía que salió mi brazo y es mejor ponerlo puesto al tiro. Me fui andando de nuevo el día siguiente tranquilo. El accidente pasó en menos que 5 minutos pero he demorado casi todo el día contando la historia porque tengo cortes en la cabesa del palo. Ahora tengo casi nada que me duela del los heridos. Tengo mi viaje a la Isla de Pascuas en menos que dos semanas y solo tengo 4 findes cortos antes de me voy. Estoy emocionado para los eventos que van a pasar antes de me voy en Chile y emocionado para mi vuelta aunque me da pena para irme. Hay un dicho que dice “Disfrute los tiempos mientras pasan y aprecielos después terminan.”
Chile continues to exceed expectations here on exchange. Truly believe I couldn’t have been blessed with a better exchange situation for an exchange year. We recently had a long weekend this past week, and it was filled with excitement. My host brother and sister along with their girlfriend and boyfriend came down to Cauquenes for the weekend, and we all had a good time together. Started the weekend off right by going to ride horses. We rode for a few hours then hurdled the cattle up to count, ending with a total of 5 hours of riding for the day. We then had dinner together and all caught up more talking afterwards. In the morning, we had breakfast late and continued all the conversations. After breakfast, we went to another one of our farms to look at and take pictures of a new horse my other host brother had bought so that he could re-sell it. It is a very muscular and masculine horse because it hasn’t been castrated like normal. Most horses are castrated early on to prevent rebellious attitudes and make it easier to control. Nonetheless, the vendor in another town said that the horse was tamed and could be ridden. We put a saddle on the horse and prepared it for pictures to post for selling. The horse remained calm for all of this, so we assumed the vendor was honest in his statement. But, we didn’t go check him out only for pictures, so we tightened the saddle, and I prepared to get on him. The horse wasn’t familiar with us and we weren’t familiar with him either, so we went slow at first to test the horse. I put one of my feet in the stirrups and applied a little weight to test the horse’s reaction. The horse remained relatively calm and still did nothing. That gave us the green light and i continued to get on the horse like normal. Once on the horse, he remained calm for a total of 2 seconds. And then immediately burst into a full sprint towards freedom like that of a wild animal. Although he was running full speed, untamed horses are still bothered by foreign weight (exchange pun) so he began to buck me off as he went. I held my ground for a few seconds after taming a horse completely once before here and knowing what to do, but this horse decided to use other elements. He ran to the closest fence only a few meters away and began to rake my leg against the fence as he tried to buck me over it. As he was still running, we began to reach a post in the fence where a gate is located. About 6-10 feet before the gate, the horse managed to stick his final blow by bucking me forward. I flew over the horses head on the side. For a quick moment I felt like superman flying in the air, seemingly invincible. The post brought me back to reality when I nailed it square in the forehead with all my body weight and speed from the horse. My head hit the post, then my right arm collided into the equation, and finally my right leg hitting the post after all the momentum came together. Having studied concussions from sports and knowing roughly about injuries, I thought instantaneously that it’s best to stay where I am after such a blow and regain my senses. I lay with my eyes closed on the ground, not knowing exactly where I landed after having such my eyes after the blow to the head. I felt my brother’s girlfriend at my side asking what hurts. I replied, “I’m good, everything is fine” with a quick glance of eyes open. I closed my eyes again, took a deep breath, and felt my body for any injuries. I realized that I couldn’t move my right arm and began to lightly massage the arm from shoulder down to look for any fractures or breaks. I immediately felt something wrong under the shoulder. I gave a light but firm push to the outside of my arm inward. I heard and felt a sort of “pop” and was rewarded with regained movement of my right arm along with a burst of sharp pain. I soon realized that I must have dislocated the arm in the fall and continued to assess myself for damage. My right leg remained slightly sore, but movable so I assumed it was jut bruised from the hit. I began to feel my face and head to know the full measures. My hands were blocked before reaching the forehead. I opened my eyes, and the surrounding people immediately told me to let it be for now. I managed to get a quick feel in above the eyebrows and only noticed a bit of swelling. One of the workers of the farm came with ice from their house, and we began to ice it. After a few minutes laying there, I felt good to stand up except for a dull pain in the right leg and shoulder. I sat up slowly and assessed myself further. Not having noticed any further injuries, I asked the surrounding people to help me up slowly, and I walked to the car. I sat in the car with ice and waited for my brother and his girlfriend to get everything ready to head home. The event of a mere 5 minutes re-rolled in my head as I wondered how I couldn’t have been injured more severely with such a series of blows. They got in the car shortly after, and I asked them to check my eyes for dilation and was told they were normal. I walked away without even a headache from the injury. I got home, continued icing, and took a warm bath. Three days later, and I still feel lucky to have had nothing happen. Still sore in the affected areas, but couldn’t ask for less and healing better everyday. I have told the series of events that lasted less than 5 minutes so many times today at school that it seems telling the story is longer than living it. Have two nasty looking cuts on my forehead leftover from the post and minimal swelling still along with slight pain from the thigh and shoulder with some movements, but otherwise untouched. Not bothered at all by the injuries and probably wouldn’t notice them if people didn’t point them out so often. To continue the weekend, I went riding again the following day of the accident and rode with just my left arm, exerting minimal force from my right arm to recover faster. We rode from 1-4 in the afternoon then tied up the horses back at the house and ate a late lunch. After lunch we continued riding until dark and then watched a movie. Even with the mentioned events, I still put it as one of the best weekends I’ve had in Chile. I have the Easter Island trip coming up in less than two weeks, and only 4 short weekends till departure. Excited for the coming events in Chile and for my departure, although I’m sad to leave. But as they say, “Enjoy it while it lasts and cherish it when it’s gone.”