I keep hoping I'll have a happy update on Fritz's condition, but we are, incredibly, still waiting for the abscess to find a path out of his hoof. Whoever thought good, strong hooves could be a problem? He is more sore than ever and the skin above his coronary band is puffy and hot - something is happening, but not enough. I am more nervous every day, because this has got to be putting added stress on his other feet. Heck, on his whole system, just from dealing with the constant pain. To allay my fears a bit, I had a compelte blood panel done to check the general health of his organs, and all is well, just an elevated white count from infection. So we wait.
I am more uneasy each day, because I have to be gone next week. On Tue. I leave for the Romance Writers of America's national convention in Anaheim, CA. This is the BIG EVENT for me, as my book Silver Sparks is a finalist for best single title contemporary for both the Rita award and the Booksellers Best. This may never happen again. Fritz was supposed to be well by now. Talk about conflict. My husband will be here and will do his best to care for him, but Fritz is my baby. I'm going to be a distracted, nervous wreck.