Doctors feel...
Doctors Say Trump Is Displaying Clear Signs of Cognitive Issues (yahoo.com)
An iconic newspaper known previously for telling both sides is accused of being biased! You decide if the person who wrote the opinion piece is correct.
There is something wrong at the New York Times (yahoo.com)
Moving on...
Yesterday, Hubby and I went for another hearing test, it has been two years since our previous one.
We had both been showing diminished ability to hear each other... if anyone could hear through our walls, they would think we were verbally fighting due to all the shouting going on from just two rooms away in our tiny home of around 1100 square feet!
Hubby has been insisting I mumble and I get a sore throat yelling towards him since I am not so mobile to get up to talk each time we want to communicate.
So we both were tested and Hubby's test proved that I do not mumble and that sadly he has lost so much of his hearing 80% in one ear and 89% in the other, so basically deaf! He blames the boat engine for being a Marine Patrol Officer.
The co-pay for the hearing aids he needed was up there but with CareCredit a no-interest two-year pay-off card it makes it manageable. He does have partial insurance but it was explained that the insurance does not pay for maintenance and so many other things, and the package we bought does... he has a 45-day trial period too if for any reason he does not want them they can be returned for a full refund, as per Derick Winn the auditory tester at the Connect Hearing in our town, Port Charlotte Florida.
The results of my test were considerably better... 20% loss in my right and 29% in my left. It was suggested I just go for tests every couple of years.
Are you aware of the connection between being hard of hearing and dementia?
Let me introduce you to the crew...
I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl looking at me in the crate I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age, but not her name... ha! And without hesitation, the teenager had said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never found out the girl's name; mom liked Aussie too. Since then, we have discovered that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even say unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merl. And here is an interesting factoid about me: I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! I am a standard Australian Shepherd! Although I am now six years old, I am the baby, though I am the largest of the fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am just right, ha!
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.
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on Dad's brother's birthday.
I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog it had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18 on clear out the shelters day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!
Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am nine years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes!
I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes 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 had been wandering the neighborhood for days, and then I saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there...
The animal control lady had been 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 is that if no one claimed me, "I want to give him a second chance!" So that is how I got the name Chance!
The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening.
Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance, now you got it! In order of adoption!
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