I ran in the house and yelled at Jim that I was taking her to the vet and for him to call them. I drove through town with Wings on my lap screaming. She was little but she was really strong. She had one leg through the steering wheel and I couldn't turn it. Fortunately it was a straight shot down Wilbarger to the Vernon Vet Clinic. I went through 2 red lights. Doug (Matthews) was not there yet when I arrived but it didn't take him long.
He said he didn't know much about goats, but he had worked in sheep country for years and he would just assume they were the same. He told me it was probably inflammation of the lining of the brain due to a vitamin B deficiency, not uncommon in sheep. He gave her some injections and gave me some to take home. I had to give her a vitamin B shot every day for I don't remember how long. He said she might not survive, or she might might be permanently blind. She had about a 50/50 chance of a full recovery.
Then began my daily chore of giving her a shot. I hadn't realize that goat skin is about the same thickness as elephant hide. I gave up trying to be gentle and just came at her with the syringe like it was a harpoon. She got used to it, and was actually pretty good about it. Gradually, her panic subsided and her vision appeared to come back. She went on to make what appeared to be a full recovery. She was a lot tamer too, I imagine the handling (or manhandling) played a part in that.
