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The x-rays, as pictured below, were rather a great deal cleaner looking in person, but they give you a general sense. The hock, as pictured below, is feeling like a million bucks! For the first time in two weeks, I am taking my first steps in the morning without hesitation. I am also being VERY sensible, continuing to walk sedately, in a calm and mature fashion, around the paddock despite my reduced swelling. No coltish hijinks—I promised FarmWife.



The bill—notice the sedation, which was just a formality to prevent my shifting about. Unlike my last trip to the vet, this one passed with impeccably mulish dignity on my part. I couldn't have been more of a gentleman, nor better liked. 

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  1. BifJuly 17, 2010 at 12:26 PM

    Yeah! I am so glad you are more comfortable! the photos of the area post treatment and 24/48 look marvelous! Glad you are feeling better.

    You're a good mule, Fenway B. Remind FarmWife of that often, in case she forgets ;~) Most every equine would be sedated if one is planning to stick a needle into a joint, because as you can imagine, that is a bad time to decide to move. You sound like you handled yourself with decorum. Well done!

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  2. Oaky's palJuly 18, 2010 at 2:06 PM

    Fenny,
    Good thing for everybody that Farmwife is smart enough to love you so well.

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  3. AnonymousJuly 23, 2010 at 1:24 PM

    Boy, those darn bills sure do add up fast... thank you for the potent reminder of why I do not have my very own equine, or even a guinea pig (in addition to my beloved doggie). :-( I'm so glad you had this work done, though, and that Our Friend Fenway is already feeling much better!

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