Was a bit poorly yesterday...slept the entire day and then all night as well...Lee, the breathing test woman, 'phoned yesterday evening to say I'm to have sixteen hours of oxygen every twenty-four hours...I'm to await a call from Damian who is the oxygen person.
That night test has been analyzed and it wasn't good...not good at all. Damian will deliver and show me how to use it etc...you can get a sort of machine that sucks in air...removes the oxygen...and then delivers it via nasal prongs in the same way as having an actual cylinder...clever isn't it? Don't think I'll be having one like that though, 'cos of dog hair and dust bunnies our air must be pretty grubby to begin with...it would be embarrassing to have to keep asking for new filters...
I joined an on-line group for people with COPD today...most of them seem to have the same black humour as myself and there's a wealth of information...one chap said his anxiety levels had gone through the roof and this was something Maria mentioned the other day when I saw her...it's extremely common and easily enough solved by upping your depression/anxiety meds...she's going to ask my Doctor for me 'cos he doesn't approve of depression or anxiety...thinks you ought to buck up. As mine is caused by chemical imbalances 'bucking up' is highly unlikely to have any effect...I didn't suggest it...she volunteered.
From what I can gather no one on the site is indulging in pity parties...there is just a frank exchange of ideas and suggestions on how to wade through your days...
What I will have to do is buy more food which can be put in the slow cooker...Himself is trying hard to produce a supper but he relies on fish in breadcrumbs and so on...and like most nervous cooks, he will keep prodding and poking...drives me crackers.
He does buy lovely ice-cream though...