I am so freakity fracking over 2023. I have been going through my own personal version of the 10 plagues and it just never ends.
12/20 mare presented with 1/2” cut and swelling on the inside of the front right. Under the swelling I could feel 2 bumps about the size of half grapes. Honestly, I was fairly blasé because this mare’s legs are like reading braille. She probably has 6+ old bumps across her four legs that we’ve always referred to as “popped splints” but they predate knowing her so I don’t know anything about how they presented, were treated, healed, etc. People talk so casually about “popping a splint” that I initially shrugged it off.
Horse was walking comfortably and didn’t mind poking and prodding. I cold hosed and surpassed for a week. There was still a tiny bit of effusion and the vet was already coming out so I asked for a single view to “just to put my mind at ease”. Well thank you final gift of 2023…splint bone fracture.
On the line she was sound going left, .5/5 going right. Vet called it a “button splint” gave mare a loving shoulder pat and said she’d earned herself 4-6 weeks off, no worries, keep her on turnout, just x-ray again before going back into work. She was very casual and said low fractures typically heal no issue and it is the high ones that are a concern. I was feeling really calm but as we were wrapping up the vet casually mentioned “but if you ask the local clinic they’ll tell you 3 months of stall rest, wrapping, and probably push for surgery”.
There is such a huge chasm between the two options I’m feeling anxious. All of these past COTH posts everyone is talking about surgery, how low is worse, etc. and I’m wondering if my vet is taking a little too much of a farm vet mindset over performance.
Of course horse is literally supposed to move barns in 5 days because there are management issues where we are at and stall rest isnt even an option. Where we are going it is a private barn where i’ll be the only boarder. There are stalls but everyone is out except for inclement weather so the idea of moving in and asking for stall rest and wrapping or making a hour round trip twice a day is feeling like…so much.
Maybe better to push for surgery? Get a second opinion? Start panicking?