So I had an incident where my legs wouldn't work yesterday...

                     

                                                                     

                     

...And so I called my neurologist and she told me to go to the hospital

They put in an IV and gave me Fentynal with an antiemetic due to Fentynal causing nausea... 

Since I had a horrible reaction to steroids, especially IV steroids.. my GFR went down to 30 and my glucose went over 400 and I am NOT a Diabetic.

But the hospital doc insisted he had spoken to my neurologist and she felt that is what I needed and that enough time had gone by that it wouldn't affect me anymore as bad.

I suppose the cause was inflammation and that is why steroids are given...!

Meanwhile, he addressed the pain with Fentynal.

After two CTs one lumbar and one thoracic and check of my heart due to having some anxiety, I thought.

I was sent home with a steroid shot and three prescriptions were called on my behalf at our local short-term pharmacy... steroid, nausea, and opioid!

I would like to know how to get rid of it since I will never take it!

My extra-strength Tylenol and ice packs usually work for my pain since I am also on Gabapentin 1200 mg. daily as well as my Baclofen pump, surgically implanted back in 2020!

By a neurosurgeon who actually did it a total of three times... first to put it in then I fell and flipped and it stopped working and the third time was due to it sticking out every time I sat.

Last August he also injected me with steroids in my lumbar region but said if my legs were the problem he would have to do something else... I guess I should call him and tell him that my legs are worse.

"The evidence of calcified disc herniation at L2-3 projecting into the thecal sac" is what the CT yesterday said...

The L2-l3 Disc Herniation: Causes Symptoms And Treatment – Brandon Orthopedics

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  Let me introduce you to the crew...

Lastly, moving on to who they are, our crew...

3 months and ...now 6!    

   

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 on 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!