E.'s ankle has now turned a wonderful shade of purple - dark plum to be exact - and the swelling is still quite significant. She is able to move around fairly well with the boot on but is tired by the end of the school day and does feel some pain.
Curly might have a pulled hamstring. He is favoring his hind right leg but does not appear to be in any great pain. (We can tell because usually the more pain he is in, the closer to his stall he poops. Extreme pain causes him to poop in his actual stall. So far he is pooping near, but not in, his stall.) The barn manager has graciously offered to take him to the vet for us. (He favored this same leg a week or so ago but then appeared to be fine. I don't think the fall caused this injury, just maybe exacerbated it.)
I don't think I can say enough how lucky we are to have A., the barn manager, in our lives. She is a great blessing in so many ways!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
A visit to the doctor...
Yesterday's riding lessons started off well enough but had to be cut short when Curly and E. took a tumble in the arena. About 40 minutes into the lesson Curly stumbled and fell, trapping E.'s left foot and ankle under his body for a few moments. The horse tried valiantly to not hurt his rider but he just couldn't stop from rolling a little. When he fell he pushed himself forward rather than falling naturally to the side, which I'm sure would have been much easier for him.
E. didn't appear to have any broken limbs and chose to get back on Curly after a few minutes to make sure he was okay as well. (He was.) But after two slow turns around the arena she said her ankle hurt too much and decided to call it quits. She immediately found that she couldn't put any weight on her left ankle so we rushed through the process of putting the horse equipment away and got her home to some frozen peas and an elevated leg. Here's what the ankle looked like last night:
Pain woke her up off and on throughout the night and the ankle was even larger this morning so we drove off to the doctor and some xrays. They are not completely sure but they think she has a hairline fracture on her fibia and have given E. a rigid plastic boot contraption to wear for the next week or two.
She is to go see a podiatrist in two weeks to make sure all has healed correctly.
Like any true horse lover, E. was concerned about Curly this morning and had to call the barn manager to find out if he was okay. He's a little sore, we learned, but doing fine overall. We'll be sure to give him a good rubdown and massage. Our guy did great during this whole ordeal. Not only did he truly try to not roll onto E., but he stood quietly by us as we were ministering to her in the arena. It was obvious that he was very nervous, maybe even a little scared, but he did a good job waiting.
E. didn't appear to have any broken limbs and chose to get back on Curly after a few minutes to make sure he was okay as well. (He was.) But after two slow turns around the arena she said her ankle hurt too much and decided to call it quits. She immediately found that she couldn't put any weight on her left ankle so we rushed through the process of putting the horse equipment away and got her home to some frozen peas and an elevated leg. Here's what the ankle looked like last night:
Pain woke her up off and on throughout the night and the ankle was even larger this morning so we drove off to the doctor and some xrays. They are not completely sure but they think she has a hairline fracture on her fibia and have given E. a rigid plastic boot contraption to wear for the next week or two.
She is to go see a podiatrist in two weeks to make sure all has healed correctly.
Like any true horse lover, E. was concerned about Curly this morning and had to call the barn manager to find out if he was okay. He's a little sore, we learned, but doing fine overall. We'll be sure to give him a good rubdown and massage. Our guy did great during this whole ordeal. Not only did he truly try to not roll onto E., but he stood quietly by us as we were ministering to her in the arena. It was obvious that he was very nervous, maybe even a little scared, but he did a good job waiting.
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