I've been slow to post pictures and stories of my ranching experience, because I got walloped with some kind of virus that has been attacking my face and body in new ways each day. I keep thinking, "Surely, this too will come to an end," but so far recovery just hasn't been in the cards for me.
My husband had scheduled a boat trip as an anniversary gift this past weekend, and I was determined to go despite being nauseated, having a headache, a toothache, an eye infection that was leaking pus, a bloody scab from a cold sore the size of Texas (if you imagine my face as a map of the United States), a fever, sweats and chills, but the boat company canceled the trip for us due to lousy weather and a lack of reservations. We couldn't reschedule because of my husband being on call with his job. Sigh. Another planned outing down the drain. This makes two hikes, a horseback ride, and a boat trip that I've had to cancel since moving here due to mainly illnesses, injuries, and other things out of my control.
My daughter stopped by with a friend who wanted to visit with our horses...
Anyway, I was hoping to feel well enough this morning to actually get something accomplished. I went two days without cleaning stalls because of my illness and the downpour of rain, and unfortunately, that was enough to cause an infection in Gabbrielle's hoof. I found her limping around this morning, and I examined her to find no swelling or pain in her leg, shoulder or back, but plenty of thrush and probably an abscess in her foot. I called for a vet, but most of the vets around here don't have clinics with office managers. They take their own calls and only do ranch visits, so I got routed to an answering machine, because most vets are plenty busy with their patients.
This vet left a number to page her if it's an emergency. I wasn't sure if she would consider an abscess an emergency. I mean, time is of the essence, because you don't wan the infection to push its way up to the coronet band and burst, and my horse is in pain, but it's not like she's going to die. I walk around with broken bones and kidney stones all the time and I'm in pain, but I don't die. So, I didn't page her.
I've been waiting all day, but haven't received a call back. I've watched Gabbrielle's pain increase to the point where she chooses to lay down over standing up. I don't have any prescription pain medications left, because the barn owner where I boarded them used it all up.