Have you ever gone to the emergency room of your local hospital and felt worse than when you originally went there?
I did.
We would have to go back a few months when I was not admitted then.
To be precise it was on 2/28/24 that egregious lack of listening to his patients Dr. T. G. emergency-room doctor fell down on his job of first doing no harm... okay, no actual harm, was done to me, although he did inject me when told not to, but the possibility was given in the form of medication that COULD HARM ME and has previously! In prescriptions called in for me and then picked up without knowing what they were until then! I constantly tried to tell the doctor I was coded due to opiates given to me by medical staff at different hospitals including the one I was currently in!
So do not give them to me! But he kept calling my neurologist who either forgot or he lied about me being able to get them for pain!
The medication culprits including one I have no idea why he would call into a pharmacy, due to it being used for people on cancer meds with nausea, and no I did not say that any of what he wanted to give me for home use caused nausea... I said they coded me with the one medication and another I could not have due to my stomach surgery! The third is used for nausea from cancer meds, I do not have cancer, and my Hubby is in remission from it...
Below is what he ordered from my pharmacy...
Ondansetron 4 mg. tab nausea from chemo.
Hydromorphone 2mg. tab opiate that coded me.
Dexamethasone 2 mg. tablet steroid by mouth is no longer allowed at that point due to major stomach surgery!
True all low doses but with my history why even do that??? But I am only 100 lbs.
HE DID NOT HEAR ME!!!
I guess at this point, I do not recall, why I went initially.
I saw my neurologist yesterday and she said that I should have not been given those medications! And tried to come up with ideas on how we could get rid of them... from the Police station to the Firehouses. Also to get rid of many other outdated medications.
I wonder to this day if that anguish from his lack of true concern for his patient may have caused my stroke on 4/19/24? Nah, who knows...!
Let me introduce you to the crew...
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.
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 12-ish 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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