...Hubby found it behind the scenes while hooking this new computer up to the printer. It also was not connected! I am apologizing profusely to Grammarly.
As I said, we will be doing our taxes soon since almost all the necessary components to tend to that yearly chore are nearly ready.
This morning, I will be going back to a doctor who when she examined me last time asked what was wrong after she checked, everything is fine, why are you here?
Apparently, she did not realize I was there as a follow-up to my previous appointment when I saw the nurse practitioner and was examined then with many issues that needed strong topical medication and she did not seem to know about my other visit to her office... and I was so taken aback by her her accusatory reaction that I was speechless! Yeah, moi said nothing!
After her comment, she said I should have another follow-up to see if she missed something...
I am bringing her the medication that the nurse practitioner had given to me and the directions were twice a day for a month then twice a week for an additional two months with after two filled prescriptions no refills! And my second one is now almost all gone! So perhaps she will add another refill? If she feels it is still working?
And knows what is going on??? Nothing nefarious here! Just, apparently, another doctor's office doesn't communicate very well.
I know most wouldn't go back to her... but she is the only gynecologist/urologist who takes senior citizens' Medicare plus my supplement locally. All others are maternity doctors which at nearly seventy-four I do not need, and she had the other necessary background of urology that is where my problem is... having MS and all.
Why must it always come back to the all-mighty dollar...
Well, when Social Security takes a substantial amount out for Medicare and you also pay for a supplement out of pocket someway, somehow you have to put on the financial brakes and go where there are no more charges!
And that is what I did... she does have a very good reputation... I do believe the ball of communication was just dropped... hopefully, she will know by now. How about I will let you know what happens, okay?
Let me introduce you to the crew...
Aussie, say good day!
I am Aussie, not from Australia, but American-made.
I will comply because it is fun and say good day!
I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl looking at me in the crate I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age, but not her name... ha! And without hesitation, the teenager had said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never found out the girl's name; mom liked Aussie too. Since then, we have discovered that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even say unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merl. 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! I am a standard Australian Shepherd! Although I am now six years old, I am the baby, though I am the largest of the fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am just right, ha!
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.
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on Dad's 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. I might be eight years old. We are all rescues, so no one knows our ages for sure. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies accompanying that! Being the only girl has its rewards as well as its difficulties.
I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog it had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted 8/18/18 on clear out the shelters day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!
Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am nine years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes!
I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes 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 had been 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 is 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, and Chance, now you got it! In order of adoption!
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