Slow Healing Wounds

I haven't done an update on Izzy's heel wound in a few weeks, so I thought it was time. It has been 59 days since he sliced himself open on who knows what. I quit wrapping it a couple of week ago, and I only took the bell boot off on Saturday. It seemed like the bell boot was keeping it kind of sweaty - it was a very thick bell boot, so I decided it should come off. A day or two later, the wound looked freshly oozy, so I put the darn thing back on.

It hasn't completely epithelialized yet, but I don't think there is anything else I can do for it other than keep it clean and as free of flies as possible. He has been sound for at least a month, and it doesn't seem to bother him in the least. He lets me scrub and pick at it pretty vigorously without complaint, so I am not worried.

When he de-gloved his hind leg the first week I got him - it's a very long story, and you can read about it here (you'll have to hit previous a bunch of times to get to the beginning.), I learned the meaning of the word patience. That wound got to the same point this one is at, and stayed there. That last little bit just. Would. Not. Close. My vet said there was probably the tiniest piece of something in there - a bit of bone, and it just took the time it took. This thing on his foot is doing the same thing.

Last week, one of my students sent me an email with words that I had sent her the year before, "Patience, grasshopper." I about died laughing when I read her message to me. She's got a great sense of humor and knew I needed a taste of my own medicine.

All I can say is patience, indeed.