https://www.who.int/health-topics/ageism#tab=tab_1
The FDA and Medical trials stop with people over sixty!
I called them when I found this out. My neurologist stopped even my MS Medication, I had been told it was no longer working... that is when my neurologist recommended the Baclofen pump back on February 24, 2020, and we regulated my gabapentin to where it works well without any side effects.
So basically your health after sixty is a CRAP-SHOOT!
Although those two things had been keeping my MS stable.
Until the flair in December of 2022, I was told I exacerbated due to my major stomach surgery and was then hospitalized with five days of plasmapheresis.
Instead of SoluMedrol which plummeted my GFR to 30 and escalated my glucose to over 400! That was before 2020.
I had had CKD for two years after that. And now that too is much better. The best after the plasmapheresis!
But my cousin was under the impression there were many new medications for MS, well actually she was right! But not accessible to us old people so I was told.
Anywho that is why I am frustrated when the MS causes issues in my daily life... even an MS hotline worker was shocked at the way my MS is being treated via symptoms.
Thus the pain clinic and RFAs.
All my problems are due to nerves and the MS, not my eight kinds of arthritis that I also have out of the more than 100 types that there are.
Allow me to 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 said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never discovered the girl's name; Mom liked Aussie, too. Since then, we have found that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even 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 seven years old, I am the baby,. I am the largest of fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am just right,
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.
My previous family turned me in, stating that I misbehaved 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, clearing out the shelters' day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella. I was beautiful either way!
Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am 13-ish 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 when 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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