The last 10 days have just sucked. No other way to put it. I'm aware that many people are in far worse situations than I am. It seems tho, feelings are just a bit raw and it doesn't take much to weigh you down with anxiety and sadness. Don't worry - I'm ok now, but sheesh...2020 can take a break and maybe we could just coast through the rest of the year?
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Coping mechanisms |
And then. On top of all the shit the world is going through, on April 18/19, Nova Scotia had the highest casualty mass shooting that we have ever seen in Canada. There 22 deaths, including one of our police officers. The police force I work for is across the country and everyone is connected - I didn't know her personally, but coworkers did - and it sucks. This fucking situation is just brutal. The poor families can't even have funerals right now for their loved ones. The towns where these crimes took place are all very small and community-focused and it must be very hard for them.
Here is a link to a work-related photo - the officer that died was on the Musical Ride earlier in her career and they did a tribute to her: https://www.facebook.com/photo?fbid=10158189310303917&set=a.390936358916
Phew. Sorry for the heavy post. But wait, there's more!
Friday morning when I went out to the barn, Fred was lame. There wasn't an obvious injury, so assumed abscess. I soaked and poulticed and crossed my fingers that would drain soon, or I'd need the vet or farrier to come check it.
Update: I didn't get this post finished the other day so I'm tacking more on here. I had the vet out for Fred today, since his leg was all swollen yesterday when I went to remove the poultice. The soaking and poulticing didn't get the abscess to drain, so I was worried there was a soft tissue injury.
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Sausage leg. Ignore the dings - those are old. |
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pink unicorn duct tape? Yessir. |