Lots of radio silence here.
Lily had her sutures taken out almost 3 weeks ago. I'm allowed to clean the wound and to ride (my halter bridle doesn't touch the area at all) and things are basically back to normal except for the fact that I continue to bandage her head to protect the head wound as it finishes healing from the inside out. I'm terrified she'll rub it (because healing wounds = itchy) and re-open it. So the bandage continues to go back on in the meantime. Both her and I are completely done with this: Elastikon sticks like a mother but I don't want to ride her with the bandage on because she will sweat under it and then it will stick that much harder. She's starting to become head shy and I don't blame her one bit.
I keep saying "One more week" of bandaging and then the week is done, and it still doesn't look quite as solid as I want it to be before I trust it'll be okay to leave the bandage off. So we continue for another week. And so on and so forth.
|Evening bandage check after work.|
Charles's work schedule has been all over the place lately so I've been riding alone a lot. For the first time since owning horses in the US, I don't have riding friends. The boarders at this barn are lovely but the people our age aren't the riders: they are the parents. Even then, my riding schedule is completely different from everyone else's so several months into boarding at this barn, I still haven't been able to ride with any of the others. And though I miss having riding buddies, at the same time it's okay. It's not the first time (I rode alone in PR 99.9% of the time and preferred it) nor will it be the last time. And also because I'm living in the moment. I get to the barn, pull the girls from the field, and then decide if and what I'm going to do with them. It's a special kind of relief to not have everything planned down to the millisecond for once in my life.
I am officially not an emergency and critical care veterinary technician anymore, which has been a huge relief emotionally and mentally. After months waiting for this department change, I am now a surgery vet tech, which encompasses the roles of surgical assistant, anesthesiologist, medical technician and scrub nurse in the human surgical field. I used to think anesthesia was boring. HELL NO IT'S NOT. I don't run anesthesia for spays and neuters: I run anesthesia for complicated orthopedic surgeries, for hemoabdomens, for splenectomies and liver lobectomies, for thoracotomies, laparatomies and joint arthroscopies. There is very little that is "simple" about the surgeries that my doctor does. I know how to use a regular anesthesia machine and an anesthetic ventilator. I set up the OR, select the instruments the surgeon is going to need, calculate the drugs your pet is going to get both pre-op and intra-op, I prepare the fluids, induce your pet, clip and clean him for his surgery and it is my main responsability to keep him alive and pain-free during the controlled death that is anesthesia. When it comes to that line between the life and death of my patients, I am now in the driver's seat instead of at the mercy of Fate.
|Photo from the internet, but just so you guys have an idea.|
I like being in control. And my patients certainly manage to keep me on my toes still! And the awesome team of doctors and technicians I get to work with are out of this world. Anesthesia is most definitely feeding into my current living-in-the-moment philosophy. You watch and wait and don't change anything unless something about the patient starts changing first.
Lily has had several arena rides since her return to work and we've also gone out on the trails with company. I think she is happy to have a job again.
|"Really??? We're actually going to ride??"|
Lily showing Gail's Nimo how to cross train tracks. :)
|Fall around here is also magical.|
3 words: MEN AND HORSES. Sheesh. I wish I could have taken to riding as quickly as almost every guy I've ever put on a horse has...
|Her fan club just keeps growing.|
She is also a barn favorite here, much more than Lily has ever been.
|Yes, he had ridden before a handful of times many, many years ago.|
STILL. This was his second time on a horse in recent history. And already cantering like this.
|Gracie says, "Come, new friend! I will show you all the trails!"|
"Happiness, not in another place but this place...not for another hour, but this hour." - Walt Whitman