“It was an emergency situation,” she says. The horse Sally was riding was barreling straight towards another, younger horse, and the only way to stop him was to pull back on one rein, hard. She felt a pop in her wrist. Heat shot up her arm, excruciating pain fast on its heels.
That was four years ago. No one knows quite what happened to her wrist that day, but whatever it was has left her with constant pain that stretches from her fingertips to her neck, and sometimes creeps into her ribs. On the really bad days, even a hug is unbearably painful.