So moving on is what I will do! Ugh, I can't...!
I will think about that conundrum, though. Of course, it will bother me.
Not remembering and all...
It was as if I just skipped to today!
Actually, at my pain clinic yesterday, I had an awful experience... after the non-anesthesia, instead a local which I have been getting for the procedure when all was said and done I couldn't open my eyes and my head felt numb... they took my blood pressure and oxygen levels and all was in the normal range. Still, for some reason, it took me quite a while to snap out of it, whatever "it" was. Very weird and odd!
Even though I am not a diabetic, they asked if they could take my glucose; I said yes. It was 80, normal for fasting, they claimed, low. Considering I was just shot with steroids, that was different; you would think it would show high, and it did when I got home, 228. I keep test strips due to me given all forms of steroids with MS, and it makes my glucose go very high, sometimes high enough to need insulin. As high as 400! But this time I was out of strips, but Hubby bought 100 since he had to go to the pharmacy to pick up his new step-down antibiotic.
He still has pneumonia, but a different strain than they thought, which is why he needed a different antibiotic. This one, hopefully, will work!
His breathing was tested via the phone with a six-minute test that was 30 seconds shorter than intended, but was done by his oncologist by phone.
So accurate.
And as long as he didn't go under 87 breaths for long, he would not be a candidate for oxygen, which he did not. That is great!
Now I remember that call had something to do with it!
And then he, Hubby, had to leave for his CT scan.
After that, we had our bugman coming for the "ants" again!
And then later in the afternoon was my pain clinic appointment!
Busy day, no wonder, it's a blur!
Today we are home all day!
Tomorrow is Cardiac clearance day! (For me, for my surgery coming up)
Let me introduce you to the crew...
Lastly, moving on to who they are, our 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! 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 Merle. 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. The volunteers had removed me from a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter.Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I shared with my dad, but dad is much older than I am!!! 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 had 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 shelter's day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella. I was 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 ID 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've got it! In order of adoption!
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