It took four days, but one of the vets finally called. I wasn't angry because I knew that they must be extra busy. At the same time, it was driving me crazy, and Siete’s soreness had moved up in her right leg to her stifle. Today, she’s walking better even though she’s obviously hurting.
The equine hospital has a new vet who called early this morning, and we determined a plan of action. She was glad I hadn’t given Siete any doxy yet because she wants to do a blood test. Last year, the result was “moderate positive”, meaning that the Lyme Disease was either coming or going from Siete’s system. If we test again now, we can see where it is compared to the previous test and know what Siete’s threshold is for getting sick. It’s a drag that it takes so long to get the results from the test, but I hope to just start the doxy tomorrow after the vet comes and draws the blood. Of course, all of this will cost a considerable amount of money but the vet won’t start the antibiotics without the blood test. It’s times like this when I wish I had a horse trailer or was able to split the farm call with someone else.
My little money pit is happily eating grass right now. She’s got an entire pasture full of it, but the grass on the other side of the fence always tastes the best. It’s glorious weather, and since Siete doesn’t seem to be so lame, I will leave them out until she lets me know that she wants to lie down in her stall. Silk was really fired up yesterday because she wanted to be grazing and I kept her in with her daughter. It’s funny how Siete wanted to be right with her mommy, like any kid who’s feeling sick. Silk usually just stands over her in the stall, but yesterday was such a beautiful day, and her patience wore thin.
Today, it’s my patience that’s being tested. I wish the vet had been able to come this afternoon. I’m going to go out and buy a cheap grinder that’s dedicated to crushing doxy pills and a couple of new big syringes with plungers that slide easily. The ones I used last year are so mangled and bent from Siete’s teeth that it’s hard to push the plunger to the end of the syringe. I looked into a pill wrapper that Arlene at Grey Horse Matters found. The medicine is so bitter that I don’t think there’s any chance that Siete would eat it even if it was coated with molasses. I have a gut feeling that we should just do it the way it worked before. Thirty days, twice a day, it’s going to be a challenge.