Back to the job at hand, make that afoot, nose, toes or legs, heart, stomach, brain or whatever body part has to do with your career!
A foot might be a shoe salesperson or podiatrist, a nose an ENT, ear nose and throat medical person or perfume sales, toes could be a podiatrist or toe dancer, legs could be a long-distance runner or an Olympian, heart could be a non-profit worker or a cardiologist, stomach could be a food taster or perhaps a gastroenterologist, brain, could be a genius in a think tank or a neurosurgeon???
You get some of my ideas...!
Hope that whatever you do Tuesdays are the day that you accomplish what needs to be done! (Or Monday was, Wednesday could be too etc...! You get the idea, Nike it...JUST DO IT! If need be daily.)
Moving on...
Today I have PT and a visit to my "neurosurgeon" after that; he has done three surgeries on me 1. was to implant a baclofen pump with a catheter to my spinal cord, over four years ago, 2. was to adjust the baclofen pump after I fell on it shutting it down, 3. was to again adjust the pump due to it sticking out every time I sat with it. He is also a spine surgeon and is evaluating my spinal stenosis, and DDD degenerated disc disease. He gave me steroid injections last September in my lumbar region. I am not feeling anymore relief in spite of going to PT for the last several months too. I have had RFA Radio Frequency Ablation three times in two locations cervical twice and thoracic once.
Moderate neuroforaminal narrowing bilaterally at C5-6, calcified small central disc herniation at T8-9 (One in a million), severe disc space narrowing, a small right focal disc with upward migration. mild focal effacement of the thecal sac present central disc herniation at L4-5, L5-S1 Moderate facet degenerative changes. Severe disc narrowing.
That's me in a nutshell!
Not all due to old age all this started at age thirteen when I was T-boned in a car as a passenger and got injured, missed two months of eighth grade that year! Fast forward twenty years at a water park with my husband and sons injured again on a zoom flume slide...! Not to mention falls from jumps when I was a figure ice skater from four years old till sixteen! Or the diving accident in a swimming pool in Amarillo Texas when I was fifteen! Or my neighbors pool at ten years old, hitting my head on the bottom. A few were earlier I just recalled.
So being 73+ is amazing that I made it this far!
Oh, don't get me wrong I am looking at many more years with Hubby, since he too is a walking miracle.
First misdiagnosed by an overexuberant urologist who wanted to remove his bladder saying he had stage four bladder cancer which he did not, THANKFULLY!
Found out by his oncologist who thought that lung, bladder and prostate cancer were three different strains so he sent the biopsies to the University of Michigan, and they deciphered the mistake, no BLADDER CANCER just a benign bladder tumor that did cause the hemorrhaged but prostate cancer now in his lymph nodes as shown on a PET Scan... after 5 rounds of radiation the early lung cancer was gone and 28 more rounds of radiation so was the prostate cancer, except in his lymph nodes! Although now Hubby must continue with hormones and other chemotherapy for the rest of his life.
The horror of it all is that he would have been totally cured if his internist that we quit due HIPAA actions in his office not being private... Hubby's last blood work on September 22, 2022, showed his PSA was very high nearly 12, if that doctor had said it was questionable nearly a year before he was diagnosed, he most likely would have been cured!!! He was diagnosed nearly a year later, now with it in his lymph nodes it never can be totally!
We have a case but cannot find anyone to handle it...!
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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