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 Unpublished, but a writer just the same.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.

Friday, November 20, 2015

We're off to see the surgeon...

In two days Naners and I are off on a journey to get her ovaries removed.

Why? It's probably the only thing that will help. My vet didn't want to try regumate, as some other mares that have presented like she did actually become more aggressive and nasty on it, and then you have an expensive bottle of regumate sitting around that you can't use and you still have to go get the ovaries out. Other than her giant follicles, everything else looks good, so it really looks like it's the source of the problem. I haven't ridden her in weeks because I got sick of dodging teeth and I didn't want to make it a learned behavior (though it probably already is at this point. Fingers crossed it isn't.) People have asked why I don't just sell her. Well, 1) I like my horse when she's not trying to bite me 2) She's basically unsellable with this issue. So, it's get them out or have a nasty high maintenance pasture pet for the next 15 or so years.

Is it possible this won't solve the problem? Of course. But the probability that it is is too high to ignore.

It's going to be tough on her. She can't eat for 24 hours before her surgery, which means the 7+ hour trailer ride will be without hay. There's going to be some serious grumpy going on back there.

No comments:

Post a Comment