Oh, yes, worth the caps: TWO WEEKS.
Vet came out yesterday to do the barn. It was the first time that I think so many of us were there and not really riding. I got there a little early, but waited my turn. I played photographer.
Not the best photo, but the end results are fucking great: vet says that between a week and a half to two weeks, we can stop wrapping and start riding.
|Are you shitting me? For real?|
|Hey, doctor vet man!|
|I made a mistake.|
|A big mistake!|
|I asked my husband the other day what color my hair is. Surprisingly, he popped out with my own words: dead mouse brown.|
So here are the details on the leg: last Wednesday, when I was pretty much at my wits' end, Archie's leg was swollen, painful, and draining from a random point away from the actual cut. I was pretty much acknowledging that surgery was imminent. And then Friday, I had my horse back.
In talking to the vet about it, we figure that the leg did whatever it was going to do to resolve itself. I asked about radiographs, but the vet said that if the sequestrum were absorbed, we would only see a demineralization. And if the bone were spat out, we would still just see a hollow. I owe the vet a photo in a week, but we think the leg is done. Archie certainly is. The little shit ran off last night when I was changing his wraps.