So, when last I posted about Naners' leg it was looking better. Then it wasn't better. That thing refused to heal. It was finally healed enough to stop wrapping it, but it was leaking something clear. That's when we realized she'd nicked her tendon sheath when she cut/punctured it. Argh. So, I had to start wrapping it again. The swelling had never quite gone down, but one day it was a bit bigger and hot. And her bandage had given her pressure sores. Vet feared the tendon sheath was getting infected. This was two days before I was leaving to go visit my parents, the day my vet was leaving to go on her annual solo pack trip in the mountains.
So, vet gave her an antibiotic shot and since the bandage was giving her issues, and the wound itself was finally looking good, we left the wrap off.
Two days later, the morning I left:
Phenomenally better looking, no longer hot. I left not worried. The vet who is sort of roughly partnered with my vet was over at the house yesterday to give her the second shot and hubby reports that he said the leg looks great. I'm relieved. Normal vet will check on her tomorrow and the rest of the time I'm gone ( since she lives next door) so I don't need to worry anymore. I'm very sad about those pressure sores though. They're going to grow back in white and her beautiful legs will have blemishes!
A Note About This Blog
I used to be a writer. Unpublished, but a writer just the same. I have several 100,000 word novels sitting on my hard drive. Then I fell off a horse and got a concussion that scrambled my brains really good (yes, I was wearing a helmet.) After that forming a written sentence was very difficult for quite some time. It's still difficult, but at least now generally the sentence structure isn't egregiously flawed. Verbally and written wrong words pop in, I switch words around, and sometimes I make no sense at all. It isn't because I don't have knowledge of grammar and punctuation, but my brain simply can't do it sometimes. Reading this blog you're accepting that there's going to be things that look like typos or make no sense. It's not because I don't proofread, it's because my damaged brain doesn't see what's wrong. I try my best, but things will slip through. I don't need them pointed out, I know they're there, but if I continued to worry about them I wouldn't write at all. I didn't for quite some time. It's painful as a past master of words to use them so badly, but fortunately the words don't seem to mind.
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