And you know what? I’m getting kind of tired of this roller coaster. Not that I don’t like it when life moves fast and changes a lot, because I do; life is anything but moving fast these days, and I’m so bored that I think I’m becoming depressed.
I’m not really sure what that means, because I’ve never been depressed before. But I have to stay in my stall all day and all night, and I never get to go out with my friends anymore, and I barely ever get to eat grass, and I can’t work with Mommy or Daddy, and all I can do is walk and walk and walk and I just feel like I’m going crazy!
I’m so lonely, I barely ever get to talk to other horses, except for Zii and William (who are in the stalls on either side of me), or the random friend I see now and then in the cross ties of the barn.
But wait, it’s been so long, you probably don’t even know what happened yet!
Well, last Thursday, the farrier came out to trim my feet and reset my shoes. I was a really good boy this time. (Okay, Mommy stood in front of me and played “Got your lip” to distract me… and it worked.) But either way, I was on my best behavior and tried really hard not to move or jerk away my legs. The farrier and his assistant took their time, and I was exhausted and cranky by the end of it… but we made it through, and I got to graze for a while as my reward.
Okay, here’s where the bad news comes in… On Friday, I was in a lot of pain again. Now, my front right leg has been swelling again (it may have had something to do with the fact that I went nuts when Mommy and Daddy turned me out last time, and in the morning my leg was really swollen and hot…) and Daddy was convinced that I was just limping because my right leg hurt me still. But Mommy pointed out that my right leg was no longer swollen and hot, and that it didn’t look like the limp was coming from the right leg anyway.
Well, Saturday, my friend Dr. Kara was there checking on Jack Frost, a pony, and she said she would check me out, too. She confirmed what my Mommy already thought – that I was limping on my left front leg, not my right front leg. So, she checked my feet with the hoof testers (deja vu, anyone?) and found that I was really sore on one nail in particular. She pulled out that nail, which definitely helped to make it feel better, but I’m still in pain… and still lame. Or lame again.
It’s terrible, I know. I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself… Mommy doesn’t know, either. I wish life didn’t always have to be so hard.
Anyway, that’s about all I have to say right now. It’s raining today, which means that my limited “outdoor activity” will be even more limited today, and that’s a bummer. But I guess that’s just life.
Someday, I know I’ll be jumping again. And not just jumping, but jumping big. I just have to be patient a little while longer.
Catch y’all later.