Baby Girl... Pull yourself together!!!

 So.... Funny is a hot mess! That swollen hind leg... got a little worse. She still wasn't lame on it. The trimmer came and she thought her feet looked great! I would agree. In fact, she looked so straight that she couldn't remember if she toed in or toed out! But she saw her hind foot and was like "Whoa!". Funny was a little fussy on that leg with her too. After she trimmed her I asked her if she'd mind watching her trot and tell me if she was sound since I couldn't really see her go without her doing it on her own. So we went to the street and as we were heading back in... suddenly, here comes Fleck! Ummm... and then there was Dan! Ooops! Fleck must have slung the stall door open. I figured that if I led Funny back in the boys would follow. Sure enough... they did. Yay! Phew! 

So anyways... the next day Funny was still swollen and maybe even a little more so. And I felt heat! Like... lots of heat. And there were two distinct lumps. So I cold hosed it and started her on SMZ's. And called the vet. I was sort of figuring that by the time they were able to come see us... she'd be on the mend and I could cancel the appointment, but... I figured it would be nice to check that splint bone... and then we could x-ray Fleck's jaw too. But.. they were able to come the next day! So... of course the next morning... no heat... Oh well. Turns out... it was beautiful that I went ahead and called because... while Funny was fine... and Fleck's jaw was fine... Dan needed help. (See his blog). And I figured.., now I'm an established client, so for future emergencies.... (Way to jinx yourself Holly!)

So... I hosed everyone off last night after dinner, which was 9 pm! And everyone was fine. We finished our dinner at 10:45 and went to bed a little after midnight. At about 2:30 in the morning I woke up to some loud noises in the stall. At first I thought it was just Funny scratching her hiney... but then it was persistent and started to sound a little more alarming than just scratching. It was loud. So I went out and there was a huge thunk! I turned on the light and Funny jumped up. But she looked neurological/lame... like she was collapsing. I grabbed shoes and followed her out and at that point she was down and rolling in the pasture. Repeatedly. Oh man!!!! She was pouring sweat and hotter than heck! And she hurt. She'd roll, get up, fall back down, roll, groan, lay there... then roll. No No No NO NOOOOOOO!!! I ran to get a halter and my phone and tried to get her up. I could barely get the hatler on her she was flailing so bad. So I called Dr. Barrows and she called right back. She told me to give her some banamine IV or wait and she'd be there soon. I got the banamine and Funny was down and groaning.... so I grabbed Mike and made him hold the flashlight and actually managed to get a vein while she was down on the ground. She then flailed around some more.... I got the halter on her... and then she went down again. She then laid there quietly.... groaning and moaning and clearly uncomfortable but not frantic. Then Dr. Barrows pulled up! Dang... quick! She and I got Funny up and at that point... she started to act normal. Dr. Barrows listened and we walked her into the barn. At this point she was calm and chill and even started lipping me like she always does. Sigh... I swear we both thought she was dying! (Me and Funny both thought that!). Dr. Barrows said her heart rate was only 44, her gums were good, she wasn't dehydrated via skin turgor or tongue, and she had a TON of gas in all quadrants. Oh thank God!!!! We ended up giving her some buscopan and then put her in the stall. She went to munching on alfalfa so... she recommended I turn her out, let her eat wet grass, but no hay, and check her again in about an hour. So I did. And she meandered off and was munching on grass. I sat on the front porch and watched the gorgeous orange moon and read some of my bible while I waited. I prayed. And then I checked on her. She was out in the middle of the field down... but not flailing. But she was groaning and looking at her stomach on occasion. But she had a lot of gas sounds and was passing gas too, so... we just sat there in the moonlight. I rubbed her belly, rubbed her face, and we just snuggled. She fell asleep a few times and even had some little dreams and was twitching. But then she'd wake up again and be uncomfortable. I was torn... do I call Dr. Barrows back?? Do I wait it out... She wasn't worse, so we waited it out. Around 5 am Erin messaged me and suggested I give her some Simethicone, so I left her and went and got a handful of grain, simethicone, and my stethoscope. When I got back she was up and acting a little more normal. She snarfed down the grain and the simethicone and her gut was still loud and crazy! I chatted with Erin and watched the moon set. There wasn't much of a sunset because it was so bright from the moon and no clouds. She was following me around and sniffing my hair... her usual self. So I decided to maybe try to get a little nap in for a bit. This was around 7 am. I tried... but then they were demanding breakfast so I got back up and just fed them. I gave her the tiniest bit of grain, her antibiotics, and lots of water. And she was happy as a clam and ate great and was munching on hay. So.... I watched a bit more.. then just had to go to bed. I slept for about 2 hours and when I woke up... she was happily grazing out in the pasture with the boys and totally back to normal! Thank you God!!! And she remained that way all day. In fact, she was back to being her normal nosy velcro pony self. :) 

Oh how grateful to God I am. After going through it with Dewey... it's extra scary. 

   

Yep, back to "normal". :)