Good New: No Herpes
No News: The results of yesterday’s bone scan: Inconclusive. Inconclusive? Now what?
Facts: The horse is in a lot of pain. They’re calling it a Grade 3 level of pain
Other Facts: The equine facility knows that I am unhappy with the mounting costs of this adventure. Yes, I had to do it for the safety of the other horses in the barn AND for the sake of Gabby but Holy Sinkhole Batman, she’s been in isolation for one week and we only just now found out that she doesn’t have anything communicable.
I apologzied to the doctor for being such a pain and I hate being a pain. I was raised to be nice so it hurts to have to call and gripe.
The Future: Not bleak; but unkown other than no one will be riding Gabby for quite some time (at least a year).
Possibilities: Breed her. She’s a TB mare and a foal with be worth something. I guess. Whatever. I don’t know.
My teacher assures me that if this had happened while Gabby was at her old home, she would have been put down, so I’m doing a wonderful thing and I guess I rescued her. I never wanted to rescue anybody. I never wanted to get into the horse business either and seems like the whole breeding thing is The Horse Business writ large. Mind you, I live in the suburbs (we have one of those highway sound walls in the back yard because A Major Interstate Runs Through It rather than a river) and commute to the barn. I don’t want a place out in the country, I don’t want to fix fences, drive through mud, cross my fingers when the power goes out, gather and split firewood, etc etc. I did all of that in a previous life and there’s no way I’m moving back out into the country. The country is for escapes and vacations. The suburbs are for day-to-day living (The Proper Way to Live for Me). What all this rambling means is that I’m going to be boarding a horse and I can’t board more than one.
The horse-thing is taking a turn for the . . .well . . .a different turn. Not what I expected, that’s for sure.