A wave of nausea has just swept over me...!
I don't understand it. One minute I am fine, and the next I am not.
This tells me I still cannot drink the OJ I love—it's too acidic for my delicate tummy!
Oh well.
In other personal news, my allergies are in full swing!
And yes, there is more news than you want to hear. My derriere once again has pressure sores on its Netherlands due to traveling in my wheelchair when we go out, and spending a lot of time in bed.... Perhaps, due to my bony protrusions over my tush, with me being too thin, around eighty-eight pounds most days. A weight that I haven't been since I was about ten years old! Even at twelve, I was ninety-eight. As an adult, my weight was unusually one hundred and three.
Gosh, and I eat! Hubby says I never seem to stop!
What's up with that?
I do have hypothyroidism, and every time they do my bloodwork, my levothyroxine for that malady is still working for it... No, changes there. It is checked, I imagine, to see if my thyroid decided to go in the opposite direction, and so far it has not.
When I gained all that weight years ago, it was due to three things: quitting smoking due to my mini stroke, TIA, not being able to exercise as I once had significantly and the fact that I became hypothyroid, compromised!
That alone caused eighty of my more than one hundred and thirty pounds I had gained! Even when I was pregnant, I did not gain that much weight! Number one son, I believe I gained forty and within six weeks I had walked it off, putting him in the carriage, Same with our second son, but I do believe it was fifty pounds that I had gained, but within a few months the weight was gone due to walking that baby in the carriage too! Back to my svelte 103 lbs.!
These days are different my walking ability due the MS, Multiple Sclerosis, is null and void due to falls and just plain unsteadiness!
Right now, my shoulders and hands are having their own dilemma with numbness and pain... Odd, I was just at the pain clinic where they shot me full of steroids in my thoracic region also due to the calcified herniated disc in my thoracic spine between 8-9, causing my incomplete paraplegia.
That's all for today. Getting my problems written out is sometimes helpful, or not.
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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