Alrighty, we have a lot of catching up to do!
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finally wore him down on the cuddle front, AND managed to sneakily get it on camera |
The new vet (Dr H) came out to take his turn at Opie. I messaged Hubby's cousin (Dr H's assistant) the day before to confirm they'd gotten all the imaging from my main vet (Dr A, keep up here) and the novel that I'd sent them on the history from this past year. She replied, "Yep, we're going over his xrays again right now!"
Which immediately made all my hopes plummet. I was like, here we go again. How interesting that we don't see anything either. We haven't been able to come up with any new ideas. Get a bone scan. Why didn't you do this or that. It's just his shitty hind end, you're going to have to wait it out.
Of course neither of them actually said that, but I was all aboard the spiral out of control train. Legit already having a hopelessness meltdown. Between all the shit with Bobby and then all this shit in the past year with Opie, my brain is officially tapped out on getting answers from vets.
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| looking so good for being so useless |
The next morning they came out, and I once again ran through a quick (lol) list of the things we've tried and treated. Dr H palpated all his parts and pieces in the aisle and said he felt absolutely nothing of concern. Great. He said he'd looked at all the imaging and everything was super boring--he hadn't even brought his xray machine because there wasn't a single thing that popped out that he would want to investigate further. Greatttt.
So we brought him into the ring where he watched him walk around a couple laps, did the tail pull neuro test, and then had him go out on the lunge.
Guys he looked SO BAD. SO FUCKING BAD. I started crying. It was the worst he's looked this whole time.
Lame af LF, stumbling and tripping and weird uncoordinated movement in both hind legs. We wrapped that up in a hurry and had him do the tiny circle neuro test. He was okay to the left. To the right, his RH kept going waayyy underneath himself with a hip drop that made him look like he was about to fall over.
Obviously at this point Dr H declared him neuro. In fact he thought he'd probably been neuro this whole time, he's just also had other things going on that we were chasing instead. He said Dr A and I did all the right things in the right order--no doubt his SI did need treating, and continuing to do the work I was doing was a good thing because if you don't watch him move he looks great--but the neuro was kind of skipped over.
Dr H works with a different lab than the clinic Dr A works for so I had different options than just Marquis. A blog reader sent me info about this place awhile ago (thank you!!) that I had kept bookmarked, but honestly the website is super sketch and I didn't explore any further. It's a little different than the standard EPM testing, and they do their own compounded treatment.
We got his results back Monday and not surprisingly he came back positive for all the things--which most horses are going to test positive to exposure, but combined with how badly he's been doing it seems like a solid assumption that this is what we're dealing with. We got the black market (aka not FDA approved so they're not thousands of dollars) meds ordered and when those get here we'll will start the 10 days treatment. He'll have a follow appointment six weeks after that, and we'll likely do another round of treatment.
In the meantime, in an effort to keep his muscle building and brain work going, he's been doing work on the longe line. He actually looks completely fine when he's in the vienna reins. The first couple steps are lame, but when you make him get to work and start moving out, there's nothing exciting to see at all.
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| going right without falling over! |
It's hit or miss how bad he is when he's not rigged up. He always stumbles behind, but some days that's all he does and otherwise walks and trots around looking sound. Other days he's so neuro he can't coordinate what his legs are doing. He's had days where he can't turn right unless I'm leading him by the head on his right side and basically showing him where each step goes. He had a day walking ground poles where you could see him come up to them and just straight up buffer. Like he knew the goal was to get to the other side but he couldn't get his brain to figure out how to make his legs do that.
It's depressing and it sucks, and I hate it for him because every time he sees me he's like, "Yay what's todays activity let's go do things!"
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he was so excited to get to be in the ring at the same time as his favorite riding bro |
I think he's also probably developed some chronic compensation. Him picking up the trot lame and then transitioning quickly to soundness feels more like a habit now. He's also been getting ridden and worked with either me or the vienna reins holding him up/together, so he's going to have to get strong and coordinated in a lower frame again as well. And, of course, is EPM going to be the final answer in this chronicle? The LF
could be explained by it, but it could still be something else we haven't figured out yet.
Hopefully this will wrap this shit up. We're all over it at this point.