Shadow colicked on Friday night. In brief, horses can't burp or throw up and so when they get gas or something going on in their gut, it has a good hundred feet of intestine it has to work it's way through. Gas an be a problem but some horses also end up with an impaction or sand in their gut that causes problems. Often a horse with a bad stomach ache will go down- their instinct, not unlike ours is to roll around(get that gas moving) in agony, right? Well, sometimes our instinct isn't so good for us because once a horse goes down they can 'flip their gut'- really get a length of intestine twisted in which case it is surgery or death and the clock is ticking immediately. So, when Shelly called and said Shadow was colicking, I called Dean to pick up Ave and threw Vi in the car and we zipped out to the ranch.
Finances being tight and the horses a bit of a point of contention, we are, of course, trying to avoid incurring additional expense, and a good colic can run you a couple of grand and you can still end up with a dead horse and that ISN'T counting if you have them hauled up to Pioneer or Davis and try for surgery. Shelly gave Shadow a tube of equispaz before we even got there- that stuff is like magic, I swear by it. He started to go down at one point so by the time we got there they were walking him around. He wasn't looking too good but I've seen a bad colic and this was no where near that bad. Still, these things can go south quickly. Between the walking and the equispaz, he seemed to be perking up and so I made the call to give him a shot of banamine and try to get him through the night. The banamine took hold pretty quickly and soon he was walking around the round pen to go visit with the neighboring horses. He was wanting to eat and so we gave hime some bran soaked in water and put him in the 'horspital' stall. Yesterday he looked really good and I'll be heading out there again soon today.
I have been working like a dog this week and am just exhausted all around. Dean and I went to bed last night and planned to watch a movie. I was asleep before the opening credits rolled.
We had two soccer games yesterday, Ave and Vi overlapped again, so I got Ave's games (they play two games of 3 on 3) going and then ran up the hill to check on my big girls who were with Dean. They got started and I ran back down to finish up Ave's game just in time for Vi's half. They were playing a tough team but they were absolutely stellar today.
Cathy dropped her two little girls off for the afternoon with us-- so she could drive to the airport to get her computer that she'd left going through security. She told me about how she has been travelling so much lately and found herself crying on the plane the other day. And then we chatted on politics and the economy and the weirdness of living here where both of our family's are just getting by and we make the kind of money where in some places we'd have tennis courts and pools and stables in our many-acred backyards. It was nice to find someone who seems to be such the kindred spirit. We are both mommies, working(ah, at least me for a bit), know the pain of having to leave our little ones to work at jobs we don't always love, have interests in many, many things aside from the kidlets. It is such a relief, too, to talk to someone who can talk openly about what sort of money we make and how much we spend and the whole "keeping up with the joneses" thing. She has it even worse than we do since she lives in a neighborhood where instead of the price of admission being half a mil, it is easily a mil. Here at least when we go to pick the kids up not *every* car in the line is a BMW or a Merc or a Lexus. Marg was talking to me the other day about how going to her local public school to pick the kids up in her minivan - paid for, from this decade- was, well, making her feel GHETTO. And that's ridiculous. It is ridiculous that we live in such a way that how we feel, the little niggling "how do I rate" feeling in the pit of our stomach, seems to depends so heavily on what we "have". It is ridiculous really when in a bad few months, people's financial net worth can be reduced to nothing: does that change the important aspects that make them a human being? Well, I suppose it might because we are so invested in the correlation between money, material assets and how we value ourselves.
Blah, blah, blah. Cathy just picked the girls up to go to a gymnastics drop-in place. That will be fun for them and Dean and I have a few guilt-free moments to bang out some work... because we are always behind these days, it seems.