My vet and I have different eyes. What he thinks looks very good, I think looked very good. Before it split open and bled everywhere.
So here's the healing update:
Whereupon we go, "Oh shit."
An hour later.
The vet came out on 12/17 and did a recheck. I was at work and couldn't make it. Fuck this flu going around. He pulled the useless stitches and told me to keep on trucking. Still have our recheck scheduled for January 1st.
So, we've let go of the hopes for pretty healing. I'm just crossing my fingers that the damn thing heals in a timely manner. Everyone I've lamented to has been super supportive and understanding, making me feel a little over-dramatic about the giant oozing, bloody hole in my horse's leg. I can't help it, though. I scrutinize this thing every time I change the bandage. I made the hubs come out and look at it. I have bandaging and wrapping down to a fine art. My life is revolving around my horse's injury.
My BM and C have offered to help, but I get filled with so much anxiety: what if the one time I ask someone else to change his standing wraps, he's bled through his bandaging? It's not that I don't think either of them could handle changing the bandage, it's that I don't want anyone else to. I want to see everything. Know everything.