I called my vet in Tennessee for a second opinion on the way in to work this morning. She said it is possible that another vet could hear a murmur that she missed. She also suggested getting a second opinion: 80% of the cats she diagnoses with murmurs really don’t require much treatment because it isn’t affecting the cats. She usually suggests to the owners that they go to UT vet hospital to have an echo cardiogram (sp?) or sonogram to check into the heart murmur. (I need to ask the local vet here if she rated Ambush’s murmur.)

My TN vet said that if Ambush doesn’t appear to be having any problems from a heart murmur, then it probably isn’t severe enough to worry about. (She did recommend having it checked out, if a second opinion also finds a heart murmur.) She said to keep an eye out for Ambush being lethargic, breathing with his mouth open, or just acting odd. One thing to do is to check the capillary refill rate on his gums (should be two seconds).

So I’m definitely glad I called.

The script supervisor from Blood Ties is selling her scripts on eBay. If you want a piece of an incredible TV series, here is the chance.

Kinda sad seeing these scripts on eBay. Reading the item description is depressing–especially if you have been wanting a second season.

I picked up Ambush from the vet this evening. He stayed in the kennel while I was in Tennessee. Poor kitty doesn’t do well in new surroundings, and this was a new vet office. (The lady at the counter said that Ambush didn’t like her. He would not let her pet him. He’s like that at places where he isn’t comfortable.)

Before Ambush was brought out, I was asked if I knew he has a heart murmur. I don’t remember my vet in Tennessee saying anything about that. It doesn’t mean I wasn’t told about it, of course.

The new vet suggested that I have Ambush’s heart sonogrammed and his blood pressure done to see what is going on with him. The sonogram is over $300 (!!) and the blood pressure is an additional charge. Depending upon what the sonogram findings are, there are “relatively cheap” medicines that can help. Ambush already has shots every day. What’s a pill on top of the injection?

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I’m going to call my regular vet in Tennessee and see what she thinks about this. It was bad enough when the new vet office wanted me to give them my social security number just to have Ambush stay in the kennel. (Why the heck would they need that? The office manager said that they use the SS# to track people down who don’t pay. Apparently having my driver’s license number, address, phone number, and all isn’t enough.)

I want a second opinion before putting Ambush through another procedure — and paying that much money. I need to find out what the repercussions might be for Ambush’s health and what the impact on his comfort might be.

I worked Isis on December 23 and had a blast with her. It was wonderful. She played in the huge water puddle at the end of the ring. And showed off — especially when I took out my camera and recorded her running around:

The full size video is also available (64 MB AVI file).

(Please let me know if you have trouble with this video. It’s the first time I’ve uploaded one.)

This weekend was my first trip back to Tennessee since I moved to North Carolina at the beginning of the year. (Yup, I’m behind on my blogging for a really good reason.) My youngest sister went with me this weekend. The goal was to get a lot of stuff done, and we did for the most part. Stephanie, who is a nationally certified massage and bodyworks therapist, also wanted to talk to my friend Sandy about equine massage therapy.

Saturday was fun. We got a little work around the house done and then went out to the barn. Stephanie said I was like a kid in a candy store out at the barn: I was grinning the entire time I was out there. I called to Isis and she whinnied at me (happy sigh) and trotted up to greet me. I got to ride for a little while, too, before my friends arrived to go to dinner. Stephanie was surprised when I took Isis over a little jump.

Of course, horse people would meet at the barn to greet the horses and then go to dinner. We had a nice dinner at an Asian restaurant in Oak Ridge. Nothing special, but it was nice to go out with everyone.

Stephanie was an awesome help with the little projects around the house. We got a ton of stuff done. Stephanie finished sanding all of the dry wall patches and painted them. She also went around and touched up paint. I finished putting moulding and baseboard in the second bedroom.

We got the last of the stuff in the car and packed. Cleaned out the closet. Finished the front yard with half-way raking leaves and weeding. I fixed one of the fountains that was clogged. The other one had burned out (the plug was MELTED into the socket!).

Stephanie also cleaned and polished the floors in the second bedroom and the sun room. They look gorgeous! I have pictures I’ll share as soon as I get them off of my camera.

When Stephanie and I were in the made rush to get out of the house and get on the road, two ladies drove up. And older lady and her daughter. Speaking French. The mother lives in the neighborhood and her daughter is looking to move in to the area. The daughter has a son, so my house would be great for them — two bedrooms on either side of the house with plenty of space to play in. They really liked the open design and the floor plan of the house. I gave them the rest estate agent’s card. I had a really good feeling from them (okay I got goosebumps while they were there).

I called my real estate agent and told her about the ladies. She was excited. She also said that another couple wants to come out and see the house, too. Yay! More interest in the house.

Overall it was a really good trip. Nice weather, good friends, and time with my sister. (This was our first trip together with just the two of us.)

I was so happy to see Isis.

An interesting thing from one of my LJ friends.

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This is a joke from a friend of mine.

Due to the climate of political correctness now pervading America, Kentuckians, Tennesseans and West Virginians will no longer be referred to as ‘HILLBILLIES.’

You must now refer to them as APPALACHIAN-AMERICANS .

And furthermore

HOW TO SPEAK ABOUT WOMEN AND BE POLITICALLY CORRECT:

1. She is not a ‘BABE’ or a ‘CHICK’ – She is a ‘BREASTED AMERICAN.’

2. She is not ‘EASY’ – She is ‘HORIZONTALLY ACCESSIBLE.’

3. She is not a ‘DUMB BLONDE’ – She is a ‘LIGHT-HAIRED DETOUR OFF THE INFORMATION SUPERHIGHWAY.’

4. She has not ‘BEEN AROUND’ – She is a ‘PREVIOUSLY-ENJOYED COMPANION.’

5. She does not ‘NAG’ you – She becomes ‘VERBALLY REPETITIVE.’

6. She is not a ‘TWO-BIT HOOKER’ – She is a ‘LOW COST PROVIDER.’

HOW TO SPEAK ABOUT MEN AND BE POLITICALLY CORRECT:

1. He does not have a ‘BEER GUT’ – He has developed a ‘LIQUID GRAIN STORAGE FACILITY.’

2. He is not a ‘BAD DANCER’ – He is ‘OVERLY CAUCASIAN.’

3. He does not ‘GET LOST ALL THE TIME’ – He ‘INVESTIGATES ALTERNATIVE DESTINATIONS.’

4. He is not ‘BALDING’ – He is in ‘FOLLICLE REGRESSION.’

5. He does not act like a ‘TOTAL ASS’ – He develops a case of RECTAL-CRANIAL INVERSION.’

6. It’s not his ‘CRACK’ you see hanging out of his pants – It’s ‘REAR CLEAVAGE.’

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