Nero, once again, is fiddling while Florida's burning!

 

Metaphorically, one might say that Nero is fiddling, meaning our Gubenator is still denying our over-the-top cases/numbers of unvaccinated people and still doing nothing about it, yes, people getting the COVID varients!!! 

The count of cases weekly is back into the thousands, with hundreds dying!!!

Will it take the advent of the fall for him to realize that it is NOT A SEASONAL DISEASE; when thousands will be dead once more???

I sure hope not!!!

https://www.yahoo.com/news/florida-urged-ramp-vaccination-effort-060044737.html

Moving on...

My health is weird; sleeplessness has returned despite all my medicinal efforts prescribed by my physicians. Extra strength Tylenol with one extra Gabapentin with two gummies of Melatonin has stopped working! 

For several nights I was seemingly getting unheard of, for me, ten hours sleep!!!

Now my sleep pattern has returned to not that much hours-wise.

Hopefully, last night's quality of sleep was just a matter of my CPAP mask's issue.

In the middle of the night of a furious breathing leak of my machine Hubby got me a new mask from my stash high up on my closet shelf.

And then I slept...till nearly seven a.m.!

Perhaps that was my only problem?

Only time and tonight will tell, hmm?

The other issue is my body is ungodly numb, and my voice is very hoarse!

Is the Augmentin working?

No, pool today, due to my decision of going in just every other day, to begin with, and yesterday I spent forty-five minutes in it moving constantly. 

My Acqucise certification years ago reminded me when beginning a program start slow and build up to whatever you can capably do.

So that is what I am trying to do.

Yesterday, was not all exercise, it was floating with kicking, which I suppose could be considered exercise as well.

Any-who, I was quite exhausted afterward.

So a day off is a good idea.

Most took my classes every other day which is prescribed by doctors and physical therapists.

Although, at one point while I was teaching I became a five-day-a-week class teacher!

Though, students took my class only three days a week or even just two!

I did this for quite some time as a volunteer.

Moving on once again...

I just had to try and get up.

As you can see this is written from my bed in my bedroom...well little Chance wanted up and for some reason, he has difficulty jumping up on the bed on occasion, and so I went to help him, and my legs buckled under me!

Paraesthesia https://emedicalhub.com/paresthesia/ is the usual sensation of the numbness of my somewhat usable legs due to Multiple sclerosis but buckling is new. By the way, this is what started and got me my motorized wheelchair by 2016 but actually, it all started in 2015. 

At first, the actually ridiculous thought was the new medication I was taking, Ampyra, https://ampyra-hcp.com/?utm_source=bing&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=Search%20%7C%20Branded&utm_term=www%20ampyra%20com&utm_content=.com was causing it, but it was to help MS patients to walk better! I had been on it for three months. 

My neurologist immediately took me off of it when the problem occurred; it just never went away! And it was determined that Ampyra had nothing to do with it.

 I understand Ampyra has helped many MS patients to walk better, so continue to take it if it helps you!

My reaction apparently had nothing to do with that medication and had more to do with the progression of my particular Multiple sclerosis, which is unique to each person.

Lastly, since I awoke so darn late no sunrise picture was available by me, please forgive me.

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. (Although, the actual date this blog started was June 25, 2008.) 

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 by 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-a-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? 

The animal control lady was called and 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!