I had to increase my O2 through the night and it became intolerable
to sleep with the noise and heat put out by “R2D2” …my name for the large O2
concentrator. I found on Amazon an O2 hose long enough that I could push that
damn noisy O2 concentrator into Skip’s room with only the tubing in my room. My mission was accomplished! Blissful, quiet,
cool, sleep. But on the second night of
cool quiet sleep, I was rudely awoken in the middle of the night and quite
frankly frightened by having the cannula jerked off of my face by an “unseen”
force! I have got to quit watching those
ghost hunting shows!... It was not a ghost but Not My Cat in the hallway, wrestling
with the O2 tubing on the floor like he had just discovered the best ever cat
toy. A few Command Strip hooks later and some not so pretty but very effective
engineering and I think the problem is solved!
Next week we will do handrails in the hall, a bit more
bathroom modifications, and some adjustments in Skips room to accommodate a full-time
care giver…if and when that becomes necessary.
The things that I have avoided for so long is now arriving…and although I
hate it, it is not as bad as I thought it would be.
"Brave" Sarah Bareilles
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