8 so far in July

At 5:30 AM I woke up for my first day of work and found Baasha's *right* eye swollen shut. It's never been the right eye - only the left. I fruck out and yet somehow had to go to my first day of work, which meant driving my man to his carpool and then starting the long journey to the park and ride on the outskirts of Cologne, with a handwritten map in hand and a Garmin as backup (cuz I was purposefully taking back roads and the Garmin would have bumped me to the Autobahns). Then trying to figure out how to buy a train ticket (not easy) and then finally getting on a scary subway/streetcar thing and hoping to get off at the right place and find the office building from wherever that might be. I was pretty nervous about getting there, about the new job, and completely stressed about leaving my horse. At 8 AM (at the PnR), I called the vet and thankfully caught him on his cell. He said, "The RIGHT eye?!??!" I know. He told me he'd come out and I said I couldn't be here.

For the very first time, it was actually less convenient to have my horse at home. No one could be here today. I had to tell the vet where the halter hangs, and hope that Baasha stuck around and didn't go out to pasture. (No way was I gonna lock my horse up all day long!)

Starting a new job. I cannot even talk about it - Baasha's issue is too much so I'll have to talk about it later. (It went well but I could not actually *enjoy* it, and every time I caught a glimpse of my reflection I saw a stressed-out person. *sigh*)

Miserably, I got onto that streetcar again at 5:10 and glared at the "arriving at station ..." display, willing it to say where my car was parked. Not knowing when that would happen.

I raced home. I deserve a speeding ticket tonight.

Baasha was still in the stall, apparently all day, and I had 3 meds to put in his eye, with a 30 minute wait between each med. Three times per day. That means he needs 1.5 hours three times a day....all I can say is I'm grateful the weekend is here and I can at least do this for 2 days.

He doesn't seem too upset or miserable - I'm the one who is. He eats, and tonight as I swatted flies in his stall waiting for that last 30 minutes, he wandered outside to graze. He won't open that eye but it's not bleeding like 2009. I keep telling myself that, "It's not as bad as we've seen..." but how ridiculous. It's the 8th vet visit this month. And Monday he'll be here again. Please pray for Baasha - I really want him to keep his eyes/sight.