Now my medical issues "LOOM LARGE"!

 

If anyone here remembers that the idiom "looms large" refers to thoughts and worries, frightening or unease.

My medical issues have seemed to have done that as of yesterday!

I had called my dermatologist's office all due to having a painful sleepless weekend, mostly because of my pressure sore, it had seemed.

And so they wanted to see me at 1 P.M. yesterday, and I went. I had spoken to ask-a-nurse in the interim while waiting to hear from them, and Heather that nurse had said that I should be seen within twenty-four hours by the information about my problem that I had told her about.

So my wound was redressed with a raised gauze system, and they offered me an at-home healthcare worker to come and take care of it, but Hubby and I felt we could do it just fine.

And so, I was put on another medication, this time an antibiotic topical, but it is also for MRSA... see worrisome! With another tentative appointment Friday morning.

Then, when I got home, I had a message from my neurologist, responding to the one that I had sent her Friday, about my dizziness medicine not seeming to work. She noticed that I had not had a brain MRI since 2019 so she feels that I should have one, but that I should come afterward to her to make sure my baclofen pump goes back on properly.

Yes, MRIs turn off pumps and with a baclofen pump, it can be a life and death issue and that is if it doesn't go back on or the pump gives out too much or too little medication when it does go back on that is very dangerous!

See frightening and uneasy.

That is set up for early next week.

Plus now I am waiting since I still have CKD, chronic kidney disease, and the neurologist ordered the MRI with and without contrast. The contrast material sometimes, usually, harms the kidneys!

I guess she forgot?

So, I wait to be sure all is set up for the date I was already given!

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!