Colic

Worst day ever! The day that I was going back to work, today, my barn owner, Mel called at told me that Andy was showing symptoms of colic- not finishing his grain and laying down. Holy crap! So I rushed my crippled self out to the barn, and by the time I got there he was happy-go-lucky pooping, drinking and eating. So I calmed down and went to work.

When I was at work, Mel called again and said he found him lying down in his paddock, and when she went to walk him he kicked at his gut twice. I was at work, in the middle of urgent projects, and couldn't do anything except get mildly hysterical. By the time I got to the barn a second time, he was up, had pooped, drank, and wanted hay. He had gut sounds, normal respiration and heart rate, pink gums, and good capillary refill. And he wanted his dinner grain badly. Sign. Way to put me through the ringer, Andrew. So he is fine as of now. BO's daughter (Launa, who's kind of the barn manager, and also a vet tech) checked him before bed time, and he was his normal goofy self, so I'm not worried.

I'm just grateful that I have my horses in such a great, caring barn, where they get looked after so closely. I've never actually had a horse colic on me before, so I was incredibly panicky having it happen, even though he was fine both times I checked on him. I'm glad I had Mel and Launa, who have seen many horses through colic and know what is an emergency and what is a watch and wait situation. Not that I would ever hesitate to call the vet when needed, but the vet isn't always needed, and sometimes I get over anxious.

Horses have caused me so much trouble this week! Sheesh!