When one doesn't work...

 

...since 5% did not work within the time frame of 48 hours... the doctor-approved yesterday that an additional 10% be given into my baclofen pump.

And as of this moment, I am still waiting on its magical effects to take hold.

Okay, it is not quite 24 hours yet, around noon it will be, and the usual is 24-48 hours for it to work.

The neurologist that I have currently is wonderful, a human being, you can talk to honestly without concern.

I went through a lot of frogs until I found her, Dr. Lilliana Montoya!

We discussed my recent cervical MRI and she compared it to my previous one of 2017 and said there was not much change. She had compared the films. So reassuring.

The one I thought I had done in 2019 at the other place next door to her was my lumbar.

I forgot to ask if that was the determining factor in my diagnosis of spastic paresthesia.

I do know now that even though it can stand/sit alone it is also with Multiple sclerosis, which I do have and so my diagnosis with her is both of those.

Moving on...

The disagreement with that old buddy from way back when has been resolved.

We both decided our memories of how well we got along as teenagers were what we would recall and stop acting like bratty children to one another and move on to an adult relationship of me not thinking I should tell all!

So far today our texts have been weather-oriented.

The number one non-controversial topic that mature polite people discuss like adults.

To me, that gets boring fast, although Florida itself has wild weather this time of year! 

If I recall correctly, way back when in the 1950s, we could not discuss, sex, politics, religion, or money. All no, nos!

Then in the mid to late 1960s, anything went!

Odd that the song "Anything Goes" was first performed in the Cole Porter musical in 1934!!!

And redone so many times including as a big production number in one of the Indian Jones movies!

Anything Goes: Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom Intro HD - YouTube

https://video.search.yahoo.com/search/video?fr=yfp-t&ei=UTF-8&p=Anything+goes+lyrics#id=1&vid=4f6479dc195340824460d18a51e06632&action=click

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!