I was with my family celebrating my grandfather's birthday, so this news was met with a lot of "why is that horse of yours always getting hurt?" and "does this mean you are leaving now? We haven't even sat down to dinner yet." and "what's this going to cost you?" Very difficult to hold your tongue in these situations, isn't it? You want to snap back something about how your horse actually in the grand scheme of things does not hurt himself too frequently, and we should all just be happy this injury is so minor, and I don't really care what it costs me as long as he is okay, and yes I very much would like to go take care of him but I know it would only further alienate you all from my horse so I'll just stay here and stare at my phone all day, okay? ...But then you realize your grandmother is 88, and she's really very sweet, and she just wants to spend the day with you. So you hold your tongue, and play nice, and pretend your mind isn't elsewhere all day.
I texted my vet (who is awesome, and very accessible for these kinds of things), and sent her the picture above, and asked if there was anything we could do, and whether she needed to see him. She said there wasn't really anything to be done (we can't restitch it at this point, since there's not enough skin to debride), so no need for an emergency Sunday vet call. But, she wants him in his stall for the week, no turnout, no handwalks, no riding... a little hand grazing if he can stay quiet. Basically, she wants him to walk as little as possible, because every time he moves his leg, he prevents the cut from closing. She also wants us to keep it wrapped so it stays clean, but advised that the hock area is very sensitive to tight bandaging, so be sure the bandage is lightly applied.
So I texted Cindy (my other barn manager), explained our vet's instructions, and apologized. My horse is once again going to be the most obnoxious kid in the barn this week, so I promised wine. Lots of wine. Then Allison and I talked again, she agreed to take care of the wrapping, and I told her where all the supplies are located in my trunk (triple antibiotic, nonstick gauze, standing wraps). Despite the frustration of not being able to be there myself, I really was grateful to have someone there who I trusted to take good care of him. Here is her excellent wrapping job:
Now how is that for service? Not only takes care of him, but sends you photographic evidence too? Such peace of mind for a neurotic mother like me.
Sigh. I'm really sorry Tucker. This week is going to suck. But it's only a week (hopefully), and although you don't know it, you could have it much, much worse. There are horses who have hurt themselves and then ended up stuck in their stalls for months at a time. Just imagine that (I know you can't). And please, please try not to destroy the barn or drive anyone nuts. I know it won't be easy... but could you try to remember your manners, for me?
Now, off I go to check out Brooke's facebook post about 101 Things to Do with Your Stall Bound Horse.