Me, me, and more me!

 

Yesterday, I canceled my eval for my new motorized wheelchair.

They took a few weeks of indecisiveness, first virtual and then in person for the evaluation with the same chair, "specialist", Tom.

Meanwhile, yesterday he called telling me he needed to change my time to forty-five minutes earlier due to a hospital emergency? He already had made a morning appointment and this would have been earlier still.

I asked what type of emergency an accident called for an immediate wheelchair?

No, just an evaluation, he replied.

In my mind flimsy excuse, besides if he were coming from Tampa Sarasota Hospital would be on his way home...And then when he asked if I was getting a manual chair I realized he had no idea about why I needed a chair, with spastic paresthesia and MS causing walking difficulties, and arms and hands and now shoulder unable to use a manual chair due to pain and numbness!

My Permobil M300 is all power and can go up and down so I can get into the van without pulling out my back or herniating any disks...!

He said Medicare does not pay for that feature, but I had spoken with them the day before, and they said they do if coded properly for need! He argued that he has been doing this for fifteen years, and he knows for sure that they do not. I said then why was my Permobil M300 paid entirely for five years ago with that feature???

I canceled him after he continued to tell me I could not get that feature!

Why bother then, truly? That was Numotion, by the way. Their location was out of Tampa.

Hubby is outside trying to fix my wonky wheel on my Permobil.

Moving on...

We did try to contact Hoveround, and they do show the elevated seat feature in their catalog they sent me just a week ago, not even... although they did not apparently know it, since when called they denied having such a feature!

What is with these companies???

Jazzy, we also think we might contact them, but at this juncture, we do not know if they work with Medicare or not. 

Any-who, if Hubby can fix my wonky wheel it will be a moot point. We did want a lighter narrower one that I did not have to play bumper cars to get through doorways, but..., oh well! It does go up and down and all around...!

In the interim, I did let Dr. Montoya, my neurologist, know what is going on... that I had canceled Numoton and why.

The doctor said if I needed another eval that she would write the prescription whenever I was ready. I thanked her. All of this was done through the portal that allows doctors and patients to communicate one on one. Simplicity at its finest!

Presently, I am physically and emotionally spent!

Oh, one more thing, the rain continues so still no sunrise to write home about or photograph either!

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, 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 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-of-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!