Now it's my right ear causing the problem!
Pain is not the good kind either!
You know what I am talking about when the feeling returns to a numb limb—it's that kind of pain. I'm telling you... that reminds you it is still there!!!
Anywho, this pain acknowledges it is still there, the ear, of course, it is, but the fact that it is not working right, the bad kind of pain!
So I called the ENT, ear nose, and throat doctor's office to ask the PA, physician's assistant, if I should see her again since I just saw her last week or go to my internist? Or is there something she could give to me?
Ashley is not in today at the main office desk they said that they would text her and find out what to do?
Moving on...with a very busy day ahead...!
Today, I also have the pain clinic for my back injections. I almost forgot!!! Hubby reminded me that this morning I have to go to the neurologist to have my baclofen pump refilled and to discuss going to a surgeon to implant a smaller one, to go for an eval...!
And after that the thing I mentioned on my chest that purple thing and when I touch anywhere near it it is painful, weird? I know, it just appeared and will be looked at after the pain clinic and after Lowe's where Hubby has several items to be picked up! (All due to hurricane damage repairs)
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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