In search of sanity!

 

It is an insane world with insane people in it!

We have been on the list for receiving a COVID-19 shot since there have been shots, and again we received a phone call and a text telling us that we eventually will be scheduled, just yesterday again! We must wait for that elusive happening!

But so far nothing has happened.

It has been suggested that we fill out one of those applications that lists our ills and is signed by a doctor!!! But alas that is for people 65 and under!!! We are seventy and seventy-one!

Someone, please verify the info before you give it out so freely! Our hopes are dashed daily... I have decided whatever will be will be... Our local Dr. Pepe in charge of our health department has said do not call again, not just us but everyone that has called!

I can only imagine that too is screwing up the system that is already screwed up!

Now, just moments ago I called my Angel for my very high co-pays PAN, Patients Access Network, that helps to pay my ridiculously high co-pays with grants for my Breo Ellipta asthma medicine. And they have stated that they have no additional grant monies available yet. And so I must call back whenever I receive their emails due to being put on a waitlist!

 They also gave me the number for the pharmaceutical company that makes Breo Ellipta, and it just so happens to be GSK, Glaxo Smith Klein! I say just so happens to be due to my past with that company... 

Way back in 2005, when I was on the board of the Arthritis Foundation, GSK in the spring wined and dined us as well as all types of other non-profits in the Southeast of the country, in Nashville, Tennessee. We were all put up at the Lowes Hotel, gorgeous then, oh, and we were all flown in too on their dime. It was just a weekend but they had so many new medications coming out and one was for osteoporosis that is why we were there. We, every organization, even made a recording of Garth Brooks's song, Friends in Low Places! What a weekend we all had! Ah... memories.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, (not really since co-pays have been nearly $600), we make a little bit too much, by a little over a thousand dollars a year, to receive their GSK's co-pay help!

I know, crazy!

Some days I feel so much is unfair, and then another day I feel oh so lucky!

There is always hope if we look hard enough for it!

I guess one could surmise from what I just wrote, sanity is within one's self, and that too may take a bit of searching for. Never ever give up, but sometimes we must play by the rules even if we do not like them!

And so we must go for now...

Please be smart, as well as safe.

Have a very pleasant night.

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 a second thought, 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, 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 tipping the scales around seventy pounds, HA! 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. 

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, a Maltese Yorkie, a Morkie, and I might be five years old. 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 from my previous family, stating, that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog, they had said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, on clear 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!

And please don't forget me, I am Chance 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! 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? 

Now my name of Chance is because I was given another chance, could be only the second one or perhaps more... The animal control lady came out to see if I had a chip 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!