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3:15am May 21, 2013

OMG it feels good to get back to my oxygen.

Whatever my oxygen readings, I clearly need this stuff. Because when I got off it to fix my air conditioner, I got out of breath. Even with someone helping and doing almost all the heavy lifting.

Yay for support staff who can’t see that if there’s two spigots on the thing, then maybe just maybe you have to drain both of them if you don’t want the air conditioner leaking all over the bedroom floor and getting under all the electronics and stuff.

Apparently because only one of them had instructions, the other one could be safely ignored. Even knowing you didn’t get enough water out of it to account for all the leaking.

It scares me. Seriously scares me. What my house would be Ike if I couldn’t communicate with people at all. Because they are always forgetting stuff. And it’s always something big. And it’s always something that could potentially endanger me. And they always take for granted that I will be the one to find and fix all this stuff.

And they don’t seem to care that getting me out of bed for this when I had a bad lung infection means that I’m completely out of breath and feeling terrible. Because the entire idea that this has any impact on my health doesn’t enter people’s heads.