November , as is often the case for me, has been a difficult month. At the beginning of the month we went back to Oxford for my first lot of testing and training since having the implant switched on. I’d been having some excellent results! However, my eye didn’t seem to be healing as well as expected, and was still quite red and sore. It turns out that this because the electric ribbon that carries power into the eye was protruding, and rubbing a hole in my conjunctiva . Cue emergency, unplanned surgery that day.
While we were in Oxford we saw a couple of likely sounding horses advertised, both piebald cobs. A 7 y.o gelding called Brian (I kid you not), and a 16y.o mare called Florence. Amy alerted us to Brian, who was on Face Book, and Hal saw Florence on Preloved. Both ads had telephone numbers with them, so I was actually able to talk to the owners! Both horses sounded ideal, so I arranged to see them both. However I had to delay trying them until I got home from Oxford. Unfortunately somebody bought Brian before we got home.
As some of you will know I am really scared of the wind, and don’t normally ride in strongly windy conditions . So it was with absolute terror that I clambered onto a completely unknown horse, in something approaching a Force 9 and went for a 2 mile hack. Bless her she didn’t turn a hair!
The following Thursday I had her vetted. I intended to be there. Unfortunately though, as we were tanking down the A30 in what felt like another Atlantic storm, our fan belt disintegrated! So we spent the day in Lifton not Lewannnick , which was both expensive and frustrating. Florence passed the vet though! So she came home on Sunday 15th.
Unfortunately I had to go back to Oxford for a post op assessment on Thursday 19th. It wasn’t good news. More eye erosion equal led back to Oxford on 23rd for more corrective surgery.
Poor Florence hasn’t had the nicest introduction to her new home. Not only has the weather been appalling , but after being been wrenched out of the loving home where she has lived for the last 8 years, but she has hardly laid eyes on her new humans. She must be very confused and afraid.
As I write this we are back in Oxford. This should have been my second session of training and observation with the implant. However, it appears that the last surgery has damaged the wiring. The implant isn’t working . There may be options for the future, but for now my eye, and my soul, need to do some healing.
Hopefully finally being able to get to know the newest member of the family will help with that