So I went to the ENT for my follow-up appointment yesterday from two weeks ago...

 

I seemed to, these days, be susceptible to salivary gland stones, who knew?

Any-who, after two courses of antibiotics appearing to not doing much, I will be going for a CT scan today.

With and without contrast, my first with contrast in about five years... due to being diagnosed with CKD, Chronic Kidney Disease.

My GFR which is a blood test for such things was low enough to destinate the diagnosis... my range until recently was in the 30-50 numbers, and then the bloodwork before this last one two weeks ago was 60! And this most recent one was 79!!! Which is out of the woods, 60 being the hallmark of that!

And so my ENT, Ear Nose and Throat doctor feels it is safe for me to have the contrast, but the imaging center is also concerned where I have gone many times over the years and they know that I could NOT have contrast, but now I can... wants to see my bloodwork and so I printed it out from Labcorp!

My ENT, which on almost all sites gets 5 stars, said as soon as he hears the results he will call me.

The CT scan is to see if I need salivary gland surgery to remove the glands.

Sounds similar to the gallbladder, stones can be a problem, although cancer from salivary glands is a rarity!

So that is why all the hoopla!

Moving on...

They are picking up Hubby's tree removal as I write I hear the clam truck.

Quite a load that our local Waste Management has to take away today.

I think I nailed it! The sunrise this morning!!! Although, it has the element of looking as if on fire, thankfully it is not. Ominous looking though, hmm?

And so we must go, for now ...

Please be smart, as well as safe.

Have a very pleasant day.

Count those blessings, and we will too!

Next time, please be here or be square, ya hear!

Aussie, say good day!

I am Aussie, not being from Australia, but American-made, I will comply anyway, for the fun of it,... so I will say good day!

I am called Aussie because my Mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl, who had been looking at me in the crate at the adoption site that day she was asked what she thought I should be named, and without hesitation, the teenager had said Aussie! She was just looking, by the way,... so Mom did not steal me from her.
We never did find out the girl's name, and Mom liked the name Aussie too. We have since found out that it is a very common name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon though,... some might say even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd. Here is an interesting factoid about me, I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but... as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now three years old, so I am the baby, though I tip the scales at around seventy pounds, HA! I must admit, a very big one!
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. Below is my new PIC that had been taken on the birthday that I share with my Dad, but Dad is much, much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, February 16, 2018, his brother's birthday.

3 months................................................ 3 years

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018. (Although the actual date this blog was started was June 25, 2008.) 

Get it? I was born without a tail, preferable for all Australian Shepherds; only one out of five are born that way!

                                           

Hello, I am Bella in the picture above, a Maltese Yorkie, a Morkie, and I might be five years old. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies that go along with all that! Being the only girl has its rewards, as well as difficulties... We are all rescues, so no one knows for sure our ages. I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog, they had said I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, on clear out the shelters' day!Oh, by the way, my record's called me Belle, and so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!

Please don't forget me, I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am six years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps in with Dad, till after seven most days, even later! I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted, on January 23, 2020. 

I was wandering the neighborhood for days and then saw Aussie and Bella in their living-room window, so I hung out there... The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening? 

The animal control lady was called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason being, that if no one claimed me, I want to give him a second chance! So that is how I got the name Chance!

Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!