Here is sunrise off my deck this morning while I was shivering my timbers in the cold wearing my flip-flops and jammies. I have so many trees you can't ever see anything clearly here. Going to street level would have been even worse. So..here's my sunrise.
I have appointments to make today. One for HER Vet to get er claws cut and one for my human vet for myself. Hate those times but we gotta. I have a form of WCS. White Coat Syndrome. Always have had since my mother took me a hundred years ago for a pre-school physical. I will never forget it. The rottenest doctor ever hatched and NO empathy or otherwise for kids who are in the dark as to what is happening and why. Mother just took me there and never said that is what we were doing and the Dr. was from Dante's Inferno. Seriously, although my mind knows better, I still have the heebie jeebies when I have to see the Dr. unless it is for something very very simple and innocuous.
I am fortunate in having a GP that I like and who is kind plus very knowledgable. I once had a stone in my salivary duct but who knew? I had been to the Urgent Care place quite a few times between work shifts etc. and they never figured what was wrong with the pain and the BIG swelling. I looked like I had a goiter! I finally got an appt. with my own Dr. (the one I spoke of a few lines up) and he took one look after asking two or three questions and pronounced I had a stone. He called the surgeon himself and I had an appointment the next day. It was removed and that was that. (hurt like heck for a day afterward though).
He is a very good diagnostician. I had something going on with the palms of my hands. He asked maybe three questions and told me what it was. Whouldda thunk it was what it was? He prescribed a cream, and that took care of that.
My point is that my Dr. can look at the more unusual odd things and accurately diagnose them. Cool!
Well, have to go play with my little Katie who is waiting..see you later.