FestiveFuzz
Well-Known Member
Patience has never been my strong point. So much so that as a child my mother often opted to say "no" to anything without an immediate outcome as it was easier than dealing with the slew of questions that telling me to "wait and see" brought on.
At 29 I still struggle with the unknown, but nearly 4 months into Pop's DDFT injury I thought I'd managed to keep a handle on things. In hindsight, I think my heavy workload and copious business trips had kept my mind occupied...it's hard to think of much else when you're changing time zones as often as some teenagers change their pants. But with my passport stashed back in its "safe" place and the crazy launch period gradually becoming a distant memory my brain has started thinking up all the annoying questions that "wait and see" brings.
I was under no illusion that Pops may never make a full recovery. To be honest every day I've got to spend with her since her heartbreaking diagnosis has felt like a blessing. What I wasn't prepared for was the rollercoaster of emotions that come with her rehab. The panic of turning her out for the first time, not knowing whether the leg is truly recovering or just bearing up given her extensive box rest. The excitement when she trots up sound, and the sinking feeling every time I feel a bit of heat in her leg.
In those moments the reality of her injury hits hard. All the hacks we've missed, the competitions that have gone unentered, the joy of bringing on my first proper youngster and the thought that this beautiful, well mannered little lady who makes me laugh every single day with her silly antics may not be around this time next year. In times like those it's hard to stay positive. Just typing this brings tears to my eyes, but I need to admit it somewhere and you guys have been around since the start so I figure it's as good a place as any to face my fears.
This week has probably been the hardest since her initial diagnosis. I've had the soaring high of her being ridden for the first time followed by the crashing low of hearing how she badly spooked, decked the groom and now has swelling in the leg again. The vet rescanned the leg on Friday night but didn't want to comment as he's not our usual vet and so my brain fills the blanks with worst case scenarios and action plans whilst it waits for the Monday morning call from our vet. On the plus side her hoof was showing signs of sensitivity to the hoof testers so there's a chance there's an abscess at play here (cue a weekend of polticing), but deep down I know that wouldn't be causing the swelling in her tendon so I'm stuck with the many questions that swirl around my head when I'm told to "wait and see".
At 29 I still struggle with the unknown, but nearly 4 months into Pop's DDFT injury I thought I'd managed to keep a handle on things. In hindsight, I think my heavy workload and copious business trips had kept my mind occupied...it's hard to think of much else when you're changing time zones as often as some teenagers change their pants. But with my passport stashed back in its "safe" place and the crazy launch period gradually becoming a distant memory my brain has started thinking up all the annoying questions that "wait and see" brings.
I was under no illusion that Pops may never make a full recovery. To be honest every day I've got to spend with her since her heartbreaking diagnosis has felt like a blessing. What I wasn't prepared for was the rollercoaster of emotions that come with her rehab. The panic of turning her out for the first time, not knowing whether the leg is truly recovering or just bearing up given her extensive box rest. The excitement when she trots up sound, and the sinking feeling every time I feel a bit of heat in her leg.
In those moments the reality of her injury hits hard. All the hacks we've missed, the competitions that have gone unentered, the joy of bringing on my first proper youngster and the thought that this beautiful, well mannered little lady who makes me laugh every single day with her silly antics may not be around this time next year. In times like those it's hard to stay positive. Just typing this brings tears to my eyes, but I need to admit it somewhere and you guys have been around since the start so I figure it's as good a place as any to face my fears.
This week has probably been the hardest since her initial diagnosis. I've had the soaring high of her being ridden for the first time followed by the crashing low of hearing how she badly spooked, decked the groom and now has swelling in the leg again. The vet rescanned the leg on Friday night but didn't want to comment as he's not our usual vet and so my brain fills the blanks with worst case scenarios and action plans whilst it waits for the Monday morning call from our vet. On the plus side her hoof was showing signs of sensitivity to the hoof testers so there's a chance there's an abscess at play here (cue a weekend of polticing), but deep down I know that wouldn't be causing the swelling in her tendon so I'm stuck with the many questions that swirl around my head when I'm told to "wait and see".