I am really angry with my oxygen hose. There, I said it and I’m glad. The frustrating thing is that I need the dang thing attached to me at all times.
At all times includes all night long, too. To get a feel for what a good night sleep is for me, put two pencils up your nose, one in each nostril … I’ll wait. Now, lay on your pillow … I’ll wait again ….
Comfy? Me neither. But, that is how I must (try to) sleep.
Besides the two pencils, OK, they are not really pencils. It is a “Nasal cannula”.
Besides the two pencils, err nasal cannula, I have a fifty foot oxygen hose that hooks to a snoring rhinoceros, err, I mean oxygen concentrator.
Not only do I have to trip over the ding dong hose all day, I have to hear the rhinoceros snore all day (and all night). Some fun.
I wrote recently about a new toy I got, a portable oxygen tank that I could hang on my shoulder:
That works pretty well. I just can’t get used to the feeling of having something like a gallon of milk hanging off my spine. Ouch. I only use it when I go out. (Like to the doctor — oh joy).
Ahhh. I feel better now. I just needed a rant.
It’s lunch time. I think I’ll try to maneuver myself (and my hose) into the kitchen and warm up a big mug full of potato corn chowder. Yum. (thank you Sweetie for making me potato corn chowder!)