What a Week.

Megan was supposed to go to the clinic in Birmingham for a second opinion on Monday, but over the weekend she went from lame to crippled. We canceled the appointment and spent the day agressively treating a severely bruised foot. By Tuesday night the poultices and soaking had done their job and she was back to garden variety lame instead of cut-my-leg-off-now lame.

Next Monday we'll try again to make the trek to Birmingham and hopefully a stop to the vicious cycle she's in. The lameness in one leg/foot causes her to over use the opposing leg and then she bruises or injures herself on that one. I still think the initial problem is the left front and our detour down neurological lane was a sidebar to what we were initially dealing with as the primary issue.

Oh well, she's happy. Even at her most crippled, her ears up and she's searching for cookies, so we muddle through each problem in turn and hope that soon enough we'll be out the other side and finally riding. If we aren't riding by March though, my plan is to breed her and let her spend a year/18 months on the mommy track while I focus on Lily. I busily picking out her baby daddy.