Pride goeth before a fall and that’s what happened to me. I was so proud of myself for drinking all my water yesterday. When I went to bed, I lay there, satisfied that I’d done good. There was no coughing and I was self-congratulating until…Probably 15 minutes into my back-patting, I started coughing. I coughed and coughed until I had to get up and go to the bathroom and cough some more. So much for that. I’ll still drink the water but I’m not expecting anything to come of it.
When I woke, I was in no hurry to get up. I went to the bathroom, took my thyroid med and went back to bed. I’d had more coughing during the time I should have been asleep so I was more in need of rest than I was of getting up and facing the day.
And now, I don’t feel so bad about making sure I get enough sleep. Just read this article to find out why.
Since I was late getting up, I was also late eating. DD called but the handset nearest me was dead (I really do need to remember to have Cuz — or somebody — put the new batteries in). When her voice mail came through, I let her know I was eating and I’d call back later.
It was much later when I called but we ended up talking for what my phone said was 91 minutes before we were cut off. Later, I looked up the limits on MagicJack and, on outgoing calls, the limit is 90 minutes, though you can just call back and continue the conversation. Incoming calls, you can talk until the battery dies in your phone which, for mine, might not be that long.
DD is feeling bad that she isn’t here to help me. I assured her that she shouldn’t feel guilty. She lives clear across the country and has established a life there. That’s where her work is and they’ve bought land. It isn’t like it would be if she lived an hour away and didn’t come to see me or take me to an occasional doctor visit. I’d expect her to feel like she’d let me down but, in her situation, no. My sister was unable to come from much the same area to help with Mother when she needed it. I was closer but I had to work so no one thought less of either of us (I don’t think) that we left it to my sisters and brother-in-law. Cuz is doing for me what a close-by daughter would be willing to do and I certainly appreciate it.
We had a good talk about plans for the future. I let her know that, if I had to go to a nursing home, the state would eventually take the house and land to pay for my care after all my resources were exhausted. That is, unless I deed it over to someone more than three years (I’ve found out since it’s five years) before I have to be “incarcerated”. However, I may not have three years. I may not have a year. I may not live long enough to see Trump elected POTUS. That’s reason not to live!
Several people, including my sisters, have encouraged me to set up a GoFundMe page to raise money for a portable concentrator. I talked to DD about it and she has agreed to take care of it. I’d be able to do it, myself, but I’m more comfortable with her doing it. The goal will include the cost of the concentrator, extra batteries and other equipment. Also, there’s the 7.9% plus 30 cents per donation that the site charges. At least it doesn’t charge the donors anything. When it’s done, I’ll publish the address so anyone who wants to can contribute.
After we hung up, I started looking more closely at the concentrators. The one I was looking at that is the lightest weight probably wouldn’t be a good one for me. The flow rate only goes up to 3 and I might need it higher than that. The next model is the same price but the flow rate goes up to 5. It’s a little heavier but not so much I wouldn’t think I could handle it. I definitely don’t want one that has to be pulled around on a cart. I’d still need to haul around the portable tanks for backup in case something unforeseen happened and the concentrator failed. By the time I got through, the day was almost over and I’d gotten little else done.
When I went out to get the food for the Catz for the second time, I noticed it was getting so low I can see the bottom of the bag peeking through. Black Tom met me, as usual, when I opened the door. He followed me all the way down the line, snacking here and there. When I got to the end, he made it abundantly clear that he was to be petted. I stroked, scratched and patted and when I moved my hand away, he reached out with his paw. Most often, he has his claws sheathed but this time, he caught me. I told him that HURT!! and came back inside. One of the punctures was bleeding and beginning to run. The other two were barely through the skin. I washed the places well and went to the bathroom where I keep my tea tree oil. I have a couple of different brands but the best is Melaleuca. I dabbed it on with a Q-tip and so far, so good.
I’m glad I bought a case of tissue. The first box still has some in it but it’s less than 1/4 full. Or maybe I should say more than 3/4 empty. I hope I get through coughing before I go to bed. Last night, I piled up a good collection of used tissues.
My nurse friend has to be in Chattanooga on Tuesday so she’ll come tomorrow to shoot me. Guess I’d better click Publish and let this be it.