As featured Saturday, October 20, 2012, at www.cnjonline.com
It took nearly a day to work up the nerve.
Intramuscular
may not sound so bad to those in health professions, but to a layman
reading the instructions on the back of a plastic wrapper, it can sound
downright horrific.
And it was enough to get the package shoved in
the fridge for the evening — a stalling, feet dragging case of, “have
to, but really don’t want.”
It’s hard to tell how he did it, but
the theory was the gelding had gotten a nail stuck in the toe of his
hoof, though the offending nail was never located by the time trouble
surfaced.
He started acting strangely, not wanting to put his foot down, but a check of his leg revealed nothing out of the ordinary.
Then a couple days later there was some swelling and he couldn’t put much weight on it, and still no sign of a wound.
Several hoof checks and leg and foot soaks later; there was still no explanation as to what was going on.
Finally the farrier found the source of the trouble, a puncture wound hidden in the hoof had gotten infected.
The
wound was easy enough to address once it was discovered. A good
cleaning and some iodine did the trick and he showed immediate signs of
relief.
But there was still a lingering concern — tetanus.
With parting instructions to clean and flush the wound, the farrier recommended buying the shot and administering it.
It
was a great idea, extremely economical and efficient and it was about
time to learn how to administer shots, a skill that’s always good to
have when there are animals — and the occasional rusty nail — around.
In
a community where many people give their own injections to pets and
livestock, finding a single-use shot at a local store was simple enough.
It
was even pleasantly surprising to see how inexpensive it was, but
catching a look at the shining needle in the package tainted the savings
almost immediately.
The woman who helped with the purchase sensed my reservations as she gave some parting words of advice on how to go about it.
“Got
to learn to do this sooner or later,” I said when she offered to come
out and do it for me, but I took her number just in case something went
horribly wrong.
And the list of things that might go wrong
causing pain, too much medicine, poor placement of the shot, oh, and
just giving a shot in general — all accompanied the syringe into the
fridge.
The next day, the dreaded needle in hand, I hopped the
fence and made way towards him, half expecting he would sense what was
in store and run, but of course he approached with curiosity as always.
Step
one down, we weren’t out of the woods yet, and images of how horses
stomp and swat at the light touch of a fly dominated the next few
seconds of rubbing the skin on his neck.
Then it was time.
Grabbing
a chunk of skin and shaking it, the needle was in and out in a fraction
of a second — and he never so much as flinched, not even a little.
Nor did he look back or side-step or even move.
In
fact, it was so easy, it didn’t even come close to earning the
apprehension that went into it and almost immediately all the other
immunizations that had been beside it on the store shelf came to mind.
Best
of all, tetanus free, wound healed, the event was a non-event to the
horse who still flinches when a fly lands on him but isn’t likely to
notice all the shots in his future.
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