For this reason, I did not work with one of the veterinarians. Once I had a problem, a goat cut its udder, and it had to be sewn up and treated. I did not have the opportunity to take her to a veterinary clinic, and I completely lost trust in the veterinarian I called from another, expensive clinic. It ended with me putting the goat down, hastily washing the wound with vodka, stitching it up myself and treating it with antibiotic ointment. I didn’t even have anesthesia, the only thing that helped me out was that I sew quite quickly, although I learned this not at all in veterinary clinics, but in elementary school, where the teacher really loved to sew and at the same time forced the whole class to sew too. We sewed and embroidered, getting tangled in threads and losing needles on the floor, but as a result I learned to sew very quickly.
I learned how wounds are stitched from a paramedic who once stitched up my badly cut hand. So, I stitched up the goat’s wound and, oddly enough, it healed completely. True, more than once I had to apply antibiotic ointment to her so that the wound did not start to ripple.
The only big difficulty in this situation was that the goat had milk, and it was very disturbing in this regard; we had to think about whether to somehow put a catheter in the nipple so that it would flow out, or to milk it often. Otherwise, the milk prevented the wound from fully (hermetically) healing.
True, for this treatment I spent some very expensive gift bottle of vodka that someone gave to my father many years ago. Running to a store in a neighboring village for simple cheap vodka would be too far and long; the goat needed help. However, we somehow don’t drink alcohol at all, so this expensive bottle still stood only as a living room decoration. (our family is not Muslim, we don’t drink alcohol only because we have different tastes).
