Got a call from the barn manager yesterday while I was on a work conference call. Tristan went out for turnout, rolled, and stood up lame on his RF. Mild swelling in the fetlock, a teensy bit up into the tendon sheath, no heat except the barn manager thought she might have felt a bit of heat at the coronet band. They iced and buted. I worked until 11pm.
I'm back at work this morning and waiting for an update. I'll cold hose tonight.
Fingers crossed he just tweaked something.
Thing the second:
APRIL FUCKING NINTH.
FOUR FUCKING INCHES.
Please respect my pain and do not post any pictures of yourself doing the following: wearing t-shirts, riding your horses outside, bareheaded, wearing cute sandals, or with any green in the background.