Living On Oxygen for Life
I lead such a dangerous life. Every step is a potential threat to my wellbeing. I just never know exactly when danger will strike next. “She’s so brave,” you’re thinking! It’s a wonder that I’m still alive! Oh the worry… Oh the drama of said worry. When will it ever end, I ask you?? *swoon*
I face everyday with the threat of my very sneaky, highly stealthy cat of whom I think my husband has secretly trained as a ninja killer kitty. I have never caught Marabelle (aka: Mary) doing this but I have to check everyday the whole length of my oxygen tubing for little tiny teeth puncture holes. These holes slowly bleed the much needed oxygen from the tubing leaving me with less oxygen. I bet you are wondering why I haven’t banished this crafty kitty. *sigh* I just love her so much. Besides, I have duct tape. No, no, I don’t duct tape my cat! Heavens no! The duct tape comes in handy for quick fixes for when I need to wrap the tape around the nearly chewed in half area of my 50 foot oxygen tubing to make it sealed and to fix the leak. My house is never without my handy duct tape which comes in all sorts of lovely colors. But mine is white.
Now I bet you are wondering what more possible dangers could there be? Well… I’m not the most graceful person when it comes to coordination. Walking a straight line is not my thing when I’m tired. There have been a time or two when I’ve been walking in the house while doing chores (carrying the full laundry basket to the bedroom) and my feet get tangled up in the oxygen tubing. I end up barely catching myself when I trip. But, once or twice, I’ve face planted on our hardwood floor. There are times when people will accidentally step on my tubing as I’m walking away (that’s usually my husband, K). This really hurts my face and ears because I’m walking away and it jerks me back. Sometimes the canula gets ripped from my face and my nose pays the price. Sometimes I even step on it myself. Remember, I’m not a graceful person. This even happens with my portable oxygen tank too because I’ll start walking one way when K is going the other way and I forget that we are linked because he has the oxygen portable with him. I’m so use to using oxygen that it’s not a conscience thought any more. It’s just part of me now.
Sometimes, when I go to blow out a candle, I forget to take my oxygen off which is totally stupid of me. Never introduce a lit candle to your enriched oxygen breath. Usually nothing happens (luckily!) but sometimes it’s harder to blow the candle out. I use to go out dancing with my husband, K, and when I was in the club, I would ALWAYS be conscientious of where everyone’s lit cigarette was at in coordination with my liquid oxygen portable. Especially if the place was packed! (which is always was when we went)
So, you see? Not only am I a rebel… my husband always says that when I’m around, chaos just swirls around me! Isn’t that so cool?? I tell him, “Well, at least I make your life interesting!” Then, of course, I proceed to laugh when I see the look on his face. He’s so priceless. I’d never, ever trade him in for a newer model! Haha!
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