Yesterday, I saw the above doctor who had done surgery on my left-hand basilar joint arthritis in August of 2001, and after I was recuperating when 9/11 happened.
But to be fair, this has nothing to do with that although like many I saw it as it happened!
Dr. Helgemo was very young and very kind and bright, not that much different from yesterday, although older, but not as old as us!
He and his staff were upbeat and extremely pleasant.
And he has me scheduled for my first surgery at the end of next week, my right-hand carpal tunnel release AKA Carpal Tunnel Syndrome https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/carpal-tunnel-syndrome/symptoms-causes/syc-20355603 and Ulnar Nerve Decompression AKA Cubital Tunnel Syndrome https://sportsmedicine.mayoclinic.org/condition/ulnar-nerve-cubital-tunnel/
And my left hand will be scheduled after, the basilar joint arthritis of my right hand no longer needs it!
The only reason I mentioned the doctor's and his staff's demeanor is because Hubby had read some nasty reviews that were the exact opposite of what we experienced!
Moving on...
I foolishly took a Medicare form for my brace that I received and was to be used after surgery, so when we arrived home from our office visit and picked up lunch from Firehouse Subs where I get a salad that is low cal there was a call on our voice mail. It was from the nurse telling me I had taken it by mistake. So I decided that my scraggly hair needed to be dealt with and so I made a Supercut's appointment to take care of that not far from the doctor's office. I had colored my hair that morning thinking that I might be requiring surgery.
Moving on again...
Hubby painted two of the pots, and he already planted one with the Mother-in-laws's tongue I will add in the Wandering Jew plants around the circumference.
Aussie likes it too!
Moving on once more...
Moving on once more...
Get your hotkeys here!
Good news for a change!
Great person dies that we all respected...
Age matters too...
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 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? Mom apparently asked her age but not her name...ha! And without hesitation, the teenager had said, Aussie! She was just looking, by the way, so my 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. And 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, which 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, on his brother's birthday.
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 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!
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 I saw Aussie and Bella in their living-room window, so I hung out there...
The animal control lady had been 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! The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening?
Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!
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