OUCH!

Waiting for the doctor's interpretation of my MRIs.

The conservative way to handle my cervical stenosis, and shoulder issues are to have PT and medications, which I have had over the years, at least 25 times for my neck, and even previous shoulder problems.

As far as medications go... steroids of all magnitudes have given me serious kidney and glucose negative reactions, so much so my neurologist has said no more to those ever!

That leaves me adjusting to additional gabapentin that works fine and even Tylenol... helps slightly with adding in icing my neck and shoulder. I have been also wearing my soft cervical more often, and even bought another one online that was delivered today! Needed another to wash one, and it takes so long to dry due to foam. So this way I have a backup!

So conservative treatment at its finest!

From what I read, and not being medically trained, I do believe that I am just slightly worse than my previous cervical MRI of 2017, and my shoulder had not been done in over a decade so no comparisons.

*I just called over to the doctor's, and they so far could only find the cervical MRI so I guess until the doctor looks at both I have no definitive idea what's what! I was assured I would hear back sometime today.

If it turns out they all want me in PT I guess I will have to give in.

Everything was sent to my neurologist too!

But she finally took a vacation and won't be back until tomorrow.

Funny thing, well not funny really... I pulled an all-nighter, for no reason except shoulder and headache pain. So I have been up since 12:30 A.M.

Unfortunately, this happens more than I like to admit.

Between my nightly Melatonin to help me sleep, and Benedryl for my allergies... it must seem odd to many of you.

I take coffee for my headaches, and for my shoulder pain, I ice it!

It does help ever so slightly.

But with that coffee comes awakeness.

Oddly enough, a few days this past week, I slept more than ten hours, and one night even nearly eleven!

So I am a good and bad sleeper.

And so, we must go, for now ...

Please be smart, as well as safe.

Have a very pleasant day.

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 about me, 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 I tip the scales at 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 in the picture 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 out 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 I.D. 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!