...as life goes on, and on, and on.
We're tending to one of our mares, who got beaten up bad (badly?) by another of our horses. She's got a huge 5-inch x 1-inch cut on her front leg that's wide open and can't be stitched up. Goes clear into the muscle and she's dragging her foot when she walks. So we'll be washing it, draining it, and packing it every day. That's a two-person job, and so is getting her to take her nasty-tasting pain medication twice a day. Poor girl also has big (fist-sized) hematomas all over her belly and probably 20 horse bites, some pretty bad, and a rear leg that got three or four good hard kicks so it's banged up pretty good, too. Possible damage to her jaw, though I think that's getting better. Fortunately, she is pretty stoned right now and can't feel much. The good news: the vet says no sign of any broken bones. But boy, the other horse sure did a job on her.
As for the Perpetrator: he is "proud cut," which means he was gelded as a colt but they couldn't find one of his little jewels so it's still in there somewhere. And it's releasing lots and lots of testosterone, apparently. So he'll be heading to the nearest veterinary school for surgery as soon as we can figure out how to pay for it. In the meantime we've got a sterile stallion on our hands.
Meanwhile, a friend of ours has just delivered a little girl way too early. We wish her well and are praying for the whole family. Sooooo tiny. But apparently a fighter, thank goodness.
On the Good News front, I have finally made Law Review. Oh, I was on a law review as managing editor, which should have been more than enough for me, but I didn't make it onto The Law Review and as childish as it is, I've never quite gotten over it. But that's okay, because now I've been asked to be on the editorial board for the law review at the school where I teach. The Law Review. Ha, ha, so there.
As I said, it's all just life. And then some.