Well, That Didn't Go As Planned

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. 

Not me and not my doctor, but something like this. He wore gloves, and he never actually touched me.

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.

Drippy, but not pouring.

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. 

Too wet to actually brush, but not wet enough to clean him off.

Sometimes, it's okay to just walk away. Neither of my horses was upset about getting a day off.