So at the barn today, as I'm handing off a saddled horse to Trainer, I say "Dude, I need you to look in my mouth at this lump I have. And see if it's like an abscess or a...something...or what it is." It's totally normal to have a trainer who is, well, your trainer, plus your (equine) dentist, plus your boss, right? That's totally normal?
Anyway. Trainer is a certified equine dentist, and being that I currently have no health insurance, I figured she could at least peer in there and see if she saw anything. An abscess is an abscess, across species lines. So later, Trainer/Dentist/Boss snapped on some latex gloves, fired up a flashlight (her iPhone flashlight) and stuck her hands in my mouth. Well, a couple of fingers, anyway (don't be a pervert, people). She poked at it, and prodded it, and declared that it's way harder to work on small human mouth than a big horse mouth, and finally told me there was nothing she could see. "It's inflamed, but I can't see any abscess or wound or anything. If it's not better in a couple days, I'll look at it again."
I wish I could better set the stage for how this must have looked. One woman, several of her fingers in the mouth of another woman, both standing in the middle of a barn aisle. Yeah, sometimes being a horse person is kind of freaky.
Anyway, I had a lesson before the mouth shenanigans went on, and Trainer took this bit of video.
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