Armed with that information, I palpated his suspensory ligaments in all 4 legs. Starting with the left front. He did not palpate sore over the branches, but did palpate sore on the proximal half of it. Uhoh. Moved on to the right front, same thing. Repeat on legs #3 and 4. Hmmm... consult with BFF. Yeah, really unlikely he has high suspensory problems in both front legs and high suspensory/hock problems in the hind. Probably doesn't appreciate your pinchy little fingers there. Really? This is normal? Even though I can palpate the SDFT and DDFT without a problem? Yes.
I feel like I keep flailing around in this lameness quagmire. I thought taking him to a boarded specialist and agreeing to all the diagnostics he recommended would get me an answer. Ha. Turns out unless I find a professional I can put all my faith in (would love if my BFF just moved back down here) I'm going to have to keep synthesizing all this information and coming up with a plan with the help of professionals rather than blind faith in them. But putting the whole picture together is hard.
In performance reviews at work, I consistently get called "calm" and "thoughtful". There was one week where between reviews from peers, students I teach, and my managers, I was called "calm" four times. Makes me feel like a cow placidly chewing its cud in the field. Over the years I haven't puzzled out whether the hamsters that run around in my brain truly run at a more relaxed speed than average or whether I am just not an emotive person, so no one sees them doing back flips in there. I think it is some combination of both most of the time with certain faulty areas. Usually when trying to digest information like this, the hamsters run rapidly in circles for a while, sometimes tripping and falling; I talk to my husband, I talk to my BFF, and I talk to my good friend out at the barn, the hamsters slow down to a jog. I come up with a more logical and reasonable conclusion than the half-thought through mush that was there at the beginning, the hamsters climb off the wheel and curl up for a nap. Now though, I've decided to blog, so instead it spills out onto the blog in an undigested form that has to later be ruminated on and corrected. Interesting. Documenting the thought (or lack thereof) process.
|Ideally I end up here. Pretty damn relaxed and at peace, not flailing and falling off the wheel.|