Hi All. I thought today I would make things a little more personal. Let you know what happened to me last week and how I’m doing now. Notice my gorgeous flowers on the right sent to me by our Laura. I was so happy to receive them and am really enjoying them. Thank you so much Laura for your thoughtfulness. You will never know how happy I was that you were thinking of me. I’m with so many of you on Facebook so you know how I am but I wanted to let those who aren’t on there with me, know what’s up.
I got “sick” a week ago Friday. I thought it was a cold or flu. I had a very hard time breathing and didn’t sleep all weekend. I couldn’t sleep laying down at all. Every time I laid down, I started to cough. By Monday I still wasn’t feeling any better so Paul made me a doctors appointment for Tuesday morning and he took me. I couldn’t walk more than 10 feet without stopping for air. I also had to put on a mask since I was showing signs of a “flu” or cold. When I got into the office, the doctor took my vitals and my oxygen level was at 53. It should be near 100. I know he thought his “tool” wasn’t working. He sent me right over for testing. When they came back he admitted me to the hospital and chewed out my ass ONE MORE TIME for all my years of smoking. I could have cared less at this time. I just let him say I told you so.
So I get in and get all hooked up to oxygen and get started on meds. I did lose a lot of “memory” or whatever you want to call it. I thought it was the 50’s and my name was Joysofeen. I don’t remember this but have been told. I spent 3 days in and came home on Thursday afternoon. I have not had a cigarette nor do I have the desire to. I am on the nicotine patch though since they put me on it, it’s working, I’m going with it. BUT….I don’t want one. When I think of having a cigarette or living a “normal” life, a cigarette just doesn’t cut it.
So, here are a few pictures of my new life FOR NOW I’m hoping. My main goal and my prayer for myself is to get my lungs healthy enough not to need this oxygen 24-7. I go to see the doctor late this afternoon and we’ll see how much damage I’ve done. They did tell me my body got used to having this small amount of oxygen and for the minimum, it’s been like this for a year…if not longer.
I can’t help thinking of this song as I take on this new journey. I swear I’m not being a smart ass!
Here “he” is.
This is my breathing machine. It makes oxygen right out of the air in the house. I have enough tubing to get anywhere I need or want to go inside. If I’m feeling especially chipper, I can hook up more tube and even go out on the deck. That little cup you see that the tube is attached to is all for my comfort. It adds moisture for my sensitive little nose. Almost everything has been thought of.
There’s no hiding now. No way for me to disappear. Kind of like I leave a trail. Paul is already threatening to pinch it off if I don’t behave!!
Now, what if I have to leave the house or we lose our power? VIOLA!!
This is the big tank that’s always full and how I fill my little “to go” tank for outside appointments of if I want to go for a walk.
I’ve got a big group of supporters to which I’m very grateful. My mom, dad and brother check on me each day to make sure all is fine and my kids have been such a blessing in my life through this. Paul has been the man of steel and has done everything in his power to make this easier for me. I thank each and everyone. I was talking to my brother yesterday and he said, “you sound so happy.” Well, what’s my option? I highly doubt it will do me any good to dwell on how much this sucks. It’s really better than the alternative right? Better than being dead.
The question to find out now is how bad my lungs really are and what I can look forward to in the future because I’m going to fight my ass off to get off this 100% oxygen because of now, it’s me and my oxygen no matter where I go or what I do.
So thank you all. I won’t dwell on this and keep going over and over it. It is what it is and I’m stubborn enough to give this a run for it’s money.