When I arrived at the yard this morning, Lizzie screamed at me as soon as she heard my voice. Normally, she’ll nicker at me, but this was prolonged enough to make me and everyone else standing around laugh at the over-the-top welcome.
As it turns out, she was relieved to see me because she was sick again. The leg that had swollen so terribly before was hot and sausage-like, she was panting and her pulse was bounding; she was unable to move. Called the vet, and as we were waiting for her to show up, Lizzie started to go down. I tried to keep her up, but she went down on her front knees with her face in the shavings, then flopped over on her side and started groaning. I called the vet’s emergency service again. “Wherever she is, get her out here now!” Lizzie, a tense and suspicious type, doesn’t like people in her stall at all, and would never lie down with anyone there.
The vet duly arrived, and we tried to get her up, which took, in the end, some rather rough treatment to finally convince her to regain her feet. High temperature, obvious pain, slight bloody discharge from her vulva, grotesquely swollen leg. Despite the possible tying-up this week and the discovery of a poisonous shrub outside the area where she’d been turned out, the vet said that it was probably lymphangitis, which can be painful enough to cause horses to colic from the stress. Painkillers, anti-inflammatories and steriods were administered, and within ten minutes Lizzie was recovered enough to pee (she’d been in too much pain to do so, and was obviously bursting) and eat a bit. They’ll test for everything possible in the blood, but she strongly feels that this is just lymphangitis, which can happen again. :(
I’m really at a loss. Money is flowing like water into the desert, and I don’t know what to do about her.
Back to the stable to see if she’s recovered enough for hand-walking. *sigh*