Paranoia = Action

C has lost a bit of faith in our veterinary clinic considering everything we have read since getting the definitive diagnosis on June- swollen salivary glands. Add to that the stress he’s been under at school (just finished up the quarter last week) and that I have at work (hiring process for a new director), and we just haven’t had the energy to make a decision.

It doesn’t help (or helps, depending on your view) that June does not know there’s anything wrong with her. The swelling is mostly down, though we can still find the hard lumps in her cheeks. It’s nothing like it once was.

That doesn’t stop us from being paranoid about the swelling choking her, though. There was a day last week when C couldn’t see her breathing, couldn’t feel her breathing with a hand on her chest or in front of her nose. He poked her and she didn’t respond. Finally, he picked her up, and she yawned and gave him a look wanting to know why in the world he was so persistent in waking her up when it was obvious she wanted to sleep.

Paranoid.

So obviously we need to do something.

Our vet does not have a surgeon on staff, but someone who comes in to do surgeries when they need. There’s another clinic very near here where all their vets are also surgeons. I think maybe we’ll give them a call. Because we need to do something