Good news!

 

I canceled my dermatologist's appointment! And that was because of my pressure sore healing miraculously overnight! Of course, with Hubby's help, and the medication, and proper cushioning gauze, that too was the why!

Now, I must remember to shake my booty, at least regularly, ha! It still is slightly sore so that will remind me, I suppose.

Moving on...

All that I have now early next week is my brain MRI.

My neurologist's office is so good they have made Tessa available to be there as soon as I need her after the MRI. The first one for me with the baclofen pump that does shut off with MRIs.

"Cautions - ITB Therapy for Severe Spasticity | Medtronic

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The MRI will cause your pump to temporarily stop, which will suspend drug delivery during the MRI. The pump should resume normal operation and drug delivery after the MRI is complete. Your pump may also temporarily sound an alarm during the scan; the alarm should stop after the scan."

Mine is the Medtronic brand.

"Can a stopped pump cause baclofen withdrawal?

• A critical alarm (two tones) will then sound, and the pump will stop. A stopped pump results in loss of therapy, which can cause dangerous symptoms of baclofen withdrawal." 

Oh, worries...but Tessa will be there!

Moving on once again...

Hubby had a close call the other day while out without me in the car/van.

I use the walker in the house since it is such a small house and anyway I usually end up in bed most of the day...!

So my Permobil stays in the van, it's home so to speak.

When Hubby had that close call, it was due to a terrorist/tourist cutting him off... he calls people who seem to not know where they are going that unfriendly name! So he had to slam on his brakes, and the bungee cord that is attached to a metal eyelet that holds back the motorized wheelchair to give. Although Hubby has a plywood partition also in place between the mid-section and the front, the chair rides in the far back. The middle section is usually where Aussie is and the littles, Bella, and Chance are upfront with us. 

Only he, Hubby, was in the van at the time. And aside from my four hundred pound chair sliding slightly into the plywood wall nothing extreme happened other than the eyelet and bungee pulling the wall out of where it should be. 

Hubby just came in and said all was fixed!!!

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 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, 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! 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. 

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 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 from 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 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? 

Now my name of Chance is because I was given another chance, it 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!