Beverly from the new doctor's office called me for an appointment this morning. Finally, a gastroenterologist, but all the way in Cape Coral, sixty miles round trip! The doctor I was seeing most recently sent him the referral; he was actually my surgeon who did my gallbladder removal and my bariatric robotic bypass surgery, a three-mile round trip, only to see him.
He recommended another Dougie Howser type. Young-looking guy but with a five-star reference!
Dougie Howser:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doogie_Howser%2C_M.D.
Hubby will be having his left adrenal gland needle biopsy at the local hospital by the end of the week.
And now I also have my gastro appointment the day after that.
PT tomorrow..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................Then I fell into the doldrums!!!
I never finished writing my blog!!!
I did finally remember to call my neuro about the Baclofen backup pills, and she wanted to test my pump to see if it was malfunctioning?
At the doctor's office, they tested my pump, and everything was working accordingly. The problem was that I needed a higher dose in the pump; all it took was a 5% increment to raise it. Oddly enough, it was the opposite situation with the pills. The doctor agreed that even the 2018 pills were too strong for my thin 91-pound body, fifty pounds less than my old body that year!
So they were changed from two 10 mg. pills three times a day to one 5mg. Pills two times a day if I have a pump problem with the amount given.
I thought I had posted a blog... that stuff skewed my brain!
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 said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never discovered the girl's name; Mom liked Aussie, too. Since then, we have found that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even 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 seven years old, I am the baby,.I am the largest of fur 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.
My previous family turned me in, stating that I misbehaved 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, clearing 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 13-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 when 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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