That is how the medical professional Kevin in my internist office described my diagnosis that he believed I had, so far, the ultrasound of my legs proved I do have the DVT. DVT is https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/deep-vein-thrombosis/symptoms-causes/syc-20352557. I am now on Eliquis 10 mg, twice a day, for the next three months and beyond.
And he believes that my forgetfulness is not dementia but a severe concussion from my three falls, hitting my head violently each time, the first causing a need for staples and the last two just bloody bounces!
What I have with my Multiple sclerosis is "Drunken sailor syndrome" https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Truncal_ataxia. It has nothing to do with drinking alcohol, which is a form of Ataxia that causes a drunken-like stance and imbalance, and more often falls like my most recent ones. (P.S. I have not drunk any alcohol since 2015 since before my first stomach surgery. Not recommended to do, drink that is. We were into wines anyway, Melbac specifically.)
Pretty scary stuff, but caught in time and are being tended to right now!
Those diagnoses due to a quick-thinking young medical NPA, named Kevin Perez, are more than likely what has saved my life!
Thank you is not enough for this young man in Dr. Planer's office in Port Charlotte, Florida!
But it is all I can do, so THANK YOU, KEVIN AGAIN AND AGAIN, for doing what you were well trained for and always wanted to do, help people and save lives!
Lastly, let's move on to who we are, our crew...
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 Merle. 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 my parents adopted me. The volunteers had removed me from a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter.The picture above was taken on the birthday I shared with my dad, but my dad is much older than I am. 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 had misbehaved with their elderly dog. It had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on August 18, 2018, clearing out the shelter's day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella. I was beautiful either way! So, in my mind, I said, 'Okay!'
Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am 10-ish years old, so they think, 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 officer had been called and came out to see if I had a microchip ID with her machine. Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance, but if I didn't, it was okay. 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, for shots, neutering, and putting in the microchip ID until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening...
Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance,... now you've got it! In order of adoption!
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