Feeling much better after that rant on my last post.  There is something cathartic about yelling on 'paper'.

Still feeling my way around the O2 tanks but starting to get the hang of it.  Just wish I had smaller ones for running errands around town.  Will have to talk to my rep about this.  I know there are smaller tanks but I think my monthly allotment is by the number of tanks I get no matter what size they are.

I had placed my order for new tanks as I was supposed to and the delivery guy came around (on Wed instead of Tues like I'd been told - holiday weekends apparently make the deliveries a day late).  He said he usually only delivers replacement - fresh for empty tanks.  I did manage to get an extra small tank.  As this was all before I had truly woken up, about 2 min after he left, I realized the 2 tanks I had on the go were both empty.  So now I only have 3 small tanks and 1 big one.  Wonder how long they will last.

Had a wee scare last night when I coughed up some blood but it was a one time thing so I think my nose must have bled, dripped down my throat and this is what I ended up coughing up.  I've been getting nosebleeds from the O2 - this is apparently common as the oxygen dries out the nares.  Next time I'm out and about, I'll have to pop into the drug store and get something for this.

I hate when something/someone tells you that you mustn't do/use/eat/etc, a certain item but doesn't tell you why.  The information I find about oxygen is that I mustn't use petroleum products.  Why?  If I put some Vaseline in my nose and then use the O2, will my nose catch fire? or maybe melt away? I've tried googling this but haven't yet found an answer.

I had my pre-op appointment for my upcoming biopsy.  Chest X-ray, blood work, EEG, meet with a anesthesiologist, and answer a hundred questions. A long boring day.  I was in the hospital for about 4.5 hours.  11 more sleeps until I get to go for a mini-holiday courtesy of Sask Health.

The happy side of the day was meeting my cousin for coffee.  We yapped for about 3 hours!  I had full intentions of stopping at the grocery store for cat and dog food but when I got into the car and saw the time I had to high-tail it home for my crochet group.

Thinking of grocery stores and the like, I've been avoiding going out to run any errands - just don't want to go out and have to lug the darn tank!  Will definitely have to go tomorrow though as kitty has no soft food and the dogs don't have enough to get them through tomorrow.  Also, I need to get a few groceries or I'll be going hungry as well.  Another thing I've been avoiding is doing laundry.  I'm not 100% sure if it is because I get so out of breath when I use the stairs, or if I am just being lazy.  It is most likely a combination of both.

I must admit (but don't tell anyone) that I am a wee bit scared of the upcoming surgery.  Not as much about the procedure itself, but of what the results may tell me.  I've always said that if the bullet has my name on it, there is nothing I can do to avoid it.  I've been trying to accept that if the results aren't great, I can deal with it, while still holding onto hope that the Drs. will find that it is nothing major.

I'm not supposed to do any lifting, housework, etc. for 2 weeks after the surgery.  Don't know how I'm supposed to manage that as I live alone.  I'm toying with the idea of asking my little sister to come stay with me for a bit but I don't know that we could live together for any extended period of time without killing each other!  She has trouble with stairs as well, so this might not be a good fit for her either unless we drag the mattress upstairs for her to sleep on.  Something to think about anyway.

Just took a brief look back at what I've written, I'm all over the place - jumping from topic to topic.  I could edit it to make it read better but have decided not to.  This is what my thinking processes are like lately - all over the map!

Toodle-oo!