I have been a stressed out wreck anticipating Breezy’s surgery. Just revisiting the vet hospital where Kasane died was enough to make me leery. I’ve been on edge most of the week for several reasons: Breezy’s surgery, the people at the barn having their own non-emergency medical situation to deal with, and just Life happening all at the same time.
Breezy was scheduled for 10:00 AM this morning. I woke up early to get to the barn. Tried to eat, kinda failed because my stomach was in knots.
I was 15 minutes away from the barn when the vet school called. The orthopedic surgeon had been exposed to Covid and would not be able to perform the surgery.
So… We’re postponed for a few weeks. The vet school will call in the next few days to reschedule. The trailer was hooked up. Everyone was ready to go. And we didn’t go any where.
I’d had so much adrenalin that I was shaking from considering going and then not going. I loved on Breezy and left the barn. I took the day and drove up to watch my instructor ride some other horses. It was an absolutely gorgeous facility.
Honestly, I’m glad that we didn’t go today. With the other medical situation at the barn, it would have meant the other people who are driving us to/from the hospital and helping care for Breezy had other things to focus on.
I felt like I could breathe and process the grief taking another horse to the hospital had brought up. When we actually do go, it will be a less stressful trip because I’ve had a reprieve to work through the emotions taking Breezy to the hospital brings up. And my friends at the barn will be through their medical situation.
