AAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH
I need to just keep calm and breathe.
I've been busy picking up the peices left over from the bash and doing this and doing that....
And noticed that April, one of the nubian does, still just doesn't look right. She's lame in her back legs - not to the point where she can't stand, she can still walk, move, get up, get down, etc, but she walks and moves as if she's tired.
And she's got some bald spots on her top line - when I googled all of this it came up with White Muscle Disease, which is more commonly seen in kids at or after birth. It can happen in adults, but itsn't really common. So, non-procrastinator me heads out to the feed stores to buy the selenium/vitamin e paste.
Everyone is out of it.
So, in the store I see this stuff called Selenium and Vitamin E crumbles for horses. Huh, I say. Huh.... why not?
So I buy it, bring it home and take the scooper and scooped about 4 or 5 scoops into the mineral feeders. The goats go nuts.
I "spoiled" April and scoop fed her 2 scoop fulls.
Today, I call the vet and order BoSe. I ask about the crumbles for horses and the office worker said she probably would use the stuff since goats and horses are 2 different types of animals and there would be no way of knowing how much the goats are getting. She said the goat's rumens would probably break down the crumbles before it helped (this part is what is making me think I haven't doomed my entire herd). She also said that you can also over dose on the BoSe stuff, so you'd have to really know how much they're injesting to make sure they're not having too much (and this part freaks me out now).
So, I research the stuff a little more, as well as selenium/vitamin e deficiency in goats. Toxicity also pops up along with how much selenium goats actually need.....3 ppm.
What do I do? I google the label off the crumbles I fed the girls and what does it say? 70 ppm...... 70 ppm.
I've killed them I just know.
Big G offered to call up gramps and have him go check on everyone, but I told him not to. I sure wouldn't want an 84 yr old checking in on 9 dead goats.
I told Big G not to fuss around and go straight home when he's done with work. I'd go myself, but I'm too scared and I'm trying not to freak out.
It's not working.