The second shot for me will be given a month away due to my being immuno-compromised with MS. I was wrong about the RSV shot it is a one-time deal and we had ours last year!
Hubby declined that shot... oddly enough he was diagnosed when I was pregnant with Number One Son as having Shingles in those days, over fifty years ago they told him to just take aspirin, we were in our twenties then.... Thirty years later I had Shingles at fifty-one years old still no inoculations but an anti-viral prescription was given by my local internist and it worked! Twenty-three years later I remember the burning sensation it gave me and so now that my insurance covers it without a co-pay I went for it! For the first couple of years, the co-pay was over $200!
I am not ridiculously a cheapskate if I didn't think it was survivable I would have paid the co-pay but I knew it was.
The reason I am mentioning the abovementioned three injections that I had gotten is because last night my right hand and arm awakened me due to numbness and swelling! I couldn't see my veins in my right hand and it was very much swollen as well as my arm! On that shoulder, I had gotten my yearly flu and covid shots the tech had given me the Shingle one in my left shoulder since I am right-handed and she said that the Shingle one causes pain in the shoulder and I would need Tylenol and ice packs to help with that problem! Well, either she was wrong about which arm she gave me the Shingle one in or she was mistaken about what caused problems... but I never before had issues from those two shots which I have been getting yearly for quite some time!
After extra strength Tylenol and ice packs my arm is back to normal. You see on the right side I have a slightly torn rotator cuff in my right shoulder that has been getting worse lately. So when something like that happens it is quite noticeable.
This morning I am having another evaluation for PT so it was important that only what was on the reasoning script for the PT is why I will be accepted for that program again! It was due to my last fall and my stiff left leg that is not broken!
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,.I am the largest of tur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am just right,
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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