'Tis the season to perform first aid. Apparently, I need to keep the horses busy regardless of the sweltering heat, because if I don't, they beat the bleep out of each other. Literally every day I find a new injury on a horse. I've put some sponges and soap in one bucket, and all my first aid supplies in another bucket so that I can quickly grab what I need to stop the bleeding and clean the wounds.
The cuts, bites, and bruises are almost always on the geldings, but I was rather dumbfounded to find Lostine with a bloody hip this evening. I figured she banged it on a railing running away from Rock, but once I started cleaning it, I could see that it was a hoof shaped cut. Who in the world would kick Lostine? She is loved by all, and she stays out of all scuffles.
This fighting among horses began during the fireworks on the 4th of July. Rock still behaves as if he is suffering from shell shock. The other day a sudden gust of wind came up and he jumped when he heard it rustling the trees behind him. It sounded kind of like a firework shooting into the air. Then today I blew a raspberry at him and he jumped again. I'm unsure why his PTSD is also causing him to be so aggressive toward the other horses, but if he keeps this up, he'll find himself on Exile Island. I can't spend the rest of my life playing veterinarian.
I think I'll set up an obstacle course and teach him some moves to take his mind off whatever is making him act like such a jerk. Bombay is very scared of him. He does stand up for himself when Rock bullies him, but one time he ran to me and stood next to me quivering after Rock chased him around the arena. Gabbrielle doesn't seem to have the energy to keep Rock in line in this heat, so I have to get more involved.
It's Christmas in July here. I like to do my local shopping in the summer months when the stores aren't as crowded, and then I do online shopping in the winter. My husband and I went shopping just to get out of the house and do something different from cleaning up poop all day. There's this mall I've been wanting to visit for several years now, but no one wants to go with me because they say the mall is old, small, smells bad, and most of the stores have gone out of business.
I finally got to go today, and the mall was indeed old, small, smelled bad, and most of the stores had gone out of business, but the stores that remained were some of my favorites. And as a bonus, they were discount outlets, so I got some of my favorite shoes and clothes for a fraction of the full price I'd pay elsewhere. I usually don't find anything I want or need when I shop for clothes, but today I hit the jackpot and came home with two pair of Easy Spirit clogs, which I live in year round. They are the most comfortable shoes on earth. I wait all year just for some online sites to put them on sale, but now I know I can drive to a local outlet and get remainders for very low prices. I also got some unmentionables for half price and five new tops. One of the tops came from a store that just opened five weeks ago.
I like shopping in the summer here, because I get a lot of personalized attention and can actually get to know the store owners and clerks. I found out that one clerk had the same name as me, same rare spelling and all. I can also give them feedback on their inventory, let them know what I like so they will stock more of it. I like supporting small businesses, so I made a point of buying something in every store I went into, especially since they made it affordable. There was this huge new and used bookstore, so I bought a couple of Anne Tyler novels.
Afterward, we went to Cold Stone Creamery as a rare treat and made ourselves sick. Not really, but neither of us felt like eating dinner several hours later. That's some rich, thick, heavy ice cream. I'm not sure I liked it, because both the ice cream and the waffle cone were gummy. I like refreshing ice cream that is more ice than cream. I ordered a small cone and felt like I had eaten a four-course meal afterward.
I have to be careful about how and what I eat, because I need to take the anti-inflammatory pills with breakfast and dinner, and if I don't feel hungry enough to eat those meals, I can't take my pill. I didn't get dinner until 10 PM, and my leg was screaming in pain. I haven't felt that pain in about a month, and feeling it again made me realize just how much of a miracle this drug is for me. I finally get to see my doctor next week to find out the results of my x-rays and blood work, and then maybe I can put a name to whatever is going on with me.