The Riding/training - Elvis Hurts Himself - AGAIN

Elvis Hurts Himself - AGAIN... and then again ...

This post was first started in April.  Then my back got too painful to sit at the computer and type, so it was never finished.  The story of these injuries is finally coming to a close, but Elvis has been on stall rest or restricted movement/rest until now. 

At first the injury was identified as bog spavin, and it looked like bog spavin.  I think it was bog spavin.  We injected with steroids and rested him.  When we started to lunge him again he was still lame.  So we did PRP injections in the hock and rested him some more.  When we started lunging him again, he was still lame, but the hock looked and moved well.  The vet came last Friday to see him go. The bog spavin had masked another injury.  We ultra-sounded the hock.  It is a high suspensory injury.  I am waiting to hear back if it is worthwhile to do stem cell injections.  Whatever we do, he's going to be off for a long time.
Elvis is a young horse.  He's only five. 

Update 8/6/2013

Elvis just had the first of three shock wave treatments.  Stem cell is too expensive for us.  He will rest in a stall or a run for two weeks between treatments.  Fingers crossed.

Update 8/21/2013

Elvis ... Elvis ... Elvis ... What Are we going to do with you?

Elvis had his second shock wave treatment yesterday.  But before that happened he went on a little adventure.

We have been keeping him in an L-shaped pen that wraps around the manure pile because it is narrow and he cannot get up enough speed to really buck or hurt himself.  At least, that was what we thought.   Over the weekend, while we were home, but not exactly while we were watching him directly, he pulled on the gate to the manure pile and managed to pull it open quite a ways.  It had been secured with baling wire, but honestly, we didn't think there was much motivation for him to break in there.  The manure pile has grown to mountainous proportions this summer with babies being born and Elvis being in.  He climbed to the very top of it and then proceeded to slide down the other side, taking out a few fence boards on the way down.  He landed in the large corral in a cloud of dust and I looked out just as he was beginning to squeal and buck and fart like there was no tomorrow.  He was so proud of himself for figuring this out and then executing it flawlessly that he had to run all around the middle pasture bucking and whinnying to his friends to come and see how clever he was.  The girls in the front pasture mirrored his bucks with bucks of their own in admiration, but they couldn't get to him to run with him.  The ones in the west pasture were too far away to hear or care.  Eventually we cornered him in the foal pen and made him stop.

He's supposed to be on limited movement.  He's supposed to be resting.  He looked really sound while he was running around.  I'm hoping it wasn't just the Adrenalin.