In the dim and distant, I trained and qualified as an Registered General Nurse (Nov ’81 set, if you are interested) at The Middlesex Hospital in London, W1.
I was not a very good nurse but my training has always stood me in good stead, especially today.
Daisy and I spent the day nursing a standard Shetland pony mare with hyperlipemia – a horrid illness that I knew very little about.
Poor love had been visited by the vet numerous times and by now had an intravenous drip of alternating glucose and Hartmans.
Firstly, I was there so the owner could get some rest (up for 40 hours straight and beginning to feel dizzy).
Secondly, I was there to keep the IV monitored (one drop per second) and to talk to the vet, with the owner, when he visited.
I left Daisy and OH to sort out the mess of the Thordale boys – unrug, feed, Haakon’s hoof dressing (thank you Jo), muck out, etc. while I drove over to become obssessed by the IV drip.
The bag had to be changed and I vaguely remembered what to do. Then the thing stopped dripping with a huge air bubble in the tube bit before the drip chamber thingy. I looked at it blankly knowing I was supposed to do something when luckily my hands remembered and did all the right things. Most odd. The last time I had monitored a drip was 30 years ago.
And so we pushed fluids orally and did our very best. Every 30 minutes, I would hold the mare’s head up, while Daisy pushed a bottle of glucose water or “gruel” down her. I hope the mare lives. Please get all your healing vibes out for this lady. Daisy and I really want her to live. We gave her our best all day, while her owner slept.
This evening, the mare is looking perkier and even began to take an interest in her surroundings.
I may have been a lousy nurse for humans but at least I can remember vaguely what to do for animals!