This has a warning that goes along with it...

 

Some or many might not find any of this interesting, but more about my pressure sore and upcoming MRI. 

Although the pain continues with my pressure sore, even with 1500 mg. of Gabapentin and Hubby says the skin is healing.

The dressings are changed twice a day. And the bandages still have blood on them... so with the pain still too, I am confused about what is going on?

I do believe if it is still painful, on Friday I will go to that appointment.

Well, this is embarrassing, I guess that I do need that brain MRI because I forgot to finish this blog!

LOL!

Anywho, I had decided to wait to hear back from the nurse, who is a specialist in baclofen pumps in my neurologist's office, and she will be checking mine after the MRI. Tess, the nurse, had called me back and I told her my concerns about the time when my MRI will be at 11A.M. and my visit to her two hours later at 1 P.M., just steps away in the medical complex. My concern was with its possible malfunction due to the MRI shutting it down, and she said she would be there as soon as possible, she only had one other patient that morning. And besides, she has not seen any issues in any of her experiences with MRIs and Baclofen pumps.

I also asked her if she could ask the doctor about the contrast, and sure enough, the doctor had forgotten about my CKD, Chronic Kidney Disease, and changed the order to without contrast.

See, we are our own best advocates.

Always do not be shy with medical people, and if they are decent, like my neurologist, they will admit their mistake and fix it immediately, as she did. They see so many people in a day, a week, and a month. And if they are not your main caretaker for your particular ill and only for their specialty then that not remembering is not their fault entirely!

So now, I am all set.

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!