I'm sure you've noticed my lack of up-to-the-minute updates with Tristan.
He finished his course of antibiotics + poulticing on Friday. He is sound at the walk to and from turnout, and happy just hanging out.
I rewrapped Friday night with just plain gauze. I checked it through the weekend but it was holding up just fine, so I left it in place.
I rewrapped on Monday just to air the foot out and take a look. The abscess is still draining, and the drainage hole actually opened up a little wider. There was still heat in the hoof.
I'm really discouraged right now. I don't know what else to do or say. I'm just tired. I'm communicating with the vet about what our next steps are, but I'm barely mustering the energy and willpower to fight this on a basic level. I'm packing, under enormous amounts of pressure at work, hyperventilating at the thought of a mortgage, handling a puppy who is having a resurgence of separation anxiety, trying to support my fiance as his job gets increasingly stressful.
This week I have three (THREE) separate potlucks to make food for, an apartment showing for the landlord tonight (24 hours after giving our notice), a 16+ hour day scheduled for Wednesday, car work on both vehicles, and a myriad of little things to follow up on that keep slipping through the cracks.
Oh, and it fucking snowed again this weekend.
So I am re-poulticing and re-wrapping and talking to the vet and trying to take my cues from Tristan. He is happy and fine. We are on top of it as best we can be. After we move I will be 8 minutes away and traveling out to rewrap him at 10:30 at night will be marginally better.
I'd just like to be a person who rides horses again, instead of a person who thinks about, writes about, and cares for horses.