Zena was diagnosed with Mud Fever today. Started out two months ago with a little bitty cut wound on her leg. Now she's got scabby items running up and down her leg. Really gross. The medicine I have to put on it is even grosser, a thick purplish red concotion that grosses me out just touching it.
I have to admit, I hope it's gone soon, as the looks I get from some of the other riders on our drill team make me feel as if I have some sort of disease. They also love reminding me as if I don't see the hideous reddish, hair loss patch of skin creeping down her leg. "Excuse me, are you aware your horse has..... um... something on her leg?" Why no, it must have just gotten there, moron.
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