Thursday, Shaun wanted to see her hand, un-bandaged, before we went to the orthopedic surgeon on Friday. She was worried it wasn’t “that bad”.
I suspect her thought echos all of our thinking patterns. “It’s only an [insert injury here], it’s not that bad.”
I jumped at the chance. It’s agony to stay away from an sloppily bandaged limb. (Right?)
Shaun’s hand, unwrapped:
I began to remove the layers of Scotch Tape applied by the ER casting tech. This was stupid: the tape wasn’t holding anything. I just cut it off.
After a good look, a wash, and blow dry (hurt too much to touch) I carefully put the splint back on, and bandaged her up properly, using VetWrap to seal the ends.
Shaun looks at me with awe. She thought wrapping would hurt, because it hurt badly when the tech wrapped her.
“How did you do that?”, Shaun asks, “It was all twisted and bunched up. It’s so smooth and unwrinkled, and the tension is perfect!”
“I know”, I say, absently, not thinking about how immodest that sounds. A couple thousand horse legs will wipe the modesty right out of you: it’s just a skill, like learning to use a pen. I lived through the era of No Horse Should Be Ridden Without Polo Wraps. Having had three horses, that was 12 legs a day for years. Add in catch riding for trainer, and bingo. Lotsa Legs.
I vote we hold training sessions for ER staff. Just think, it’s a way horse people can give back to the community, and protect themselves in the future.
We went to the surgeon Friday. I’m happy to report the ER, while it had the most conspicuous Disaster Of The Month Club calendar, is not alone. There was one in the exam room of the orthopedic surgeon’s office. Yes, I whipped out my cell phone and took a picture of the disaster for…
You will never guess. Not in a million years. (I predict TLH readers will be quite safe.)
To be posted on Tuesday…
(Oh. Shaun does not need surgery. The fracture should heal just fine without it!)