It turns out that I do not need anyone to take care of my pressure ulcer of the sacral region, stage 1! Since the wound care clinic discharged me on May 6th! I found out that if I had had a home health care worker coming regularly to my home I would not be able to go to, PT, or physical therapy, since they, being Medicare, would think I was unable to go to the Sports Rehab Facility!
Who knows maybe the ulcer thankfully healed, since May 1 when I was told I needed a home healthcare worker to come to my home and apply strong medication called Santyl 250 unit 90 gram tube and Mepilex border sacrum foam dressing daily for a count of forty-five! As per Millennium Home Care Order and Face-to-Face encounter with nurse Olga AKA Volha D at the Dr. P. office on May 1.
To prevent future pressure sores, a waffle overlay mattress blown-up type for just my side of the bed will be delivered via Amazon, as the wound care clinic suggested. I was also told to limit HOB elevation to 30 degrees in bed. ( lying on my side.) All are recommended by Crissy the wound care clinic case worker nurse.
Hubby removed my RoHo cushion from my old motorized wheelchair, a better cushion, and will put it on my new chair which is now over two years old!
And now I can continue PT without concern! The wound care clinic evaluation went well!
Allow me to 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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