Last week, I developed another eye infection. I am rather prone to them but with good eye-hygiene, yes, that's a thing, I've kept them at bay for the last few years. For this particular round, I followed all of my doctor's recommendations - fish oil supplements, hot compresses, moisturizing drops, and daily washing with baby shampoo.The affected eye was getting better, but then I got another one in the same eye. Well that just wasn't going to stand, so Monday morning I headed out to Accelerated Urgent Care to have it looked at.
After a quick exam where we tried to maintain social distancing - he was masked, gloved, and smocked to the neck, he prescribed antibiotics and drops for the eye. Great. Even though the weather was unseasonably wet, I headed straight to the barn from the clinic in hopes that the weather would let up. It didn't.
I changed into breeches, determined to get a ride in. As I was carrying my grooming bucket out to Speedy's small field, the drops got bigger and more frequent. It wasn't exactly RAINING, but I was already in a funk because of some COVID-19 punches to my life. I stopped in my tracks, did a u-turn, and put my grooming bucket away.
Sometimes, it's okay to just walk away. Neither of my horses was upset about getting a day off.