My last primary care doctor visit didn't go so well because I didn't look so well. He took a pulse-ox, normally 98% to 100%, mine was from 87% to 91% and concerned him quiet a bit. He mentioned I may need to go on home oxygen, I didn't want to hear or discuss it and told him to simply call my wife about it.
Last evening a home healthcare nurse came in and did a complete evaluation. I literally squeaked by with about 3 to 4 percentage points above the oxygen required standard. She did admit it is only a matter of time due to my rapid progression. OK! Tell me something I don't know. What I do know is I'm not going to have to deal with that at this moment.
This is a case of count your blessings, no matter how small they may be. I don't know what's going to happen next and will deal with it when it does. Until then, I have stuff to do. I look on the bright side, there is still no blue ink stamp on the bottom of my foot with and expiration date. When I find it, I'll try my darnedest to wash it off.
I you can still breath, life is good!
Last evening a home healthcare nurse came in and did a complete evaluation. I literally squeaked by with about 3 to 4 percentage points above the oxygen required standard. She did admit it is only a matter of time due to my rapid progression. OK! Tell me something I don't know. What I do know is I'm not going to have to deal with that at this moment.
This is a case of count your blessings, no matter how small they may be. I don't know what's going to happen next and will deal with it when it does. Until then, I have stuff to do. I look on the bright side, there is still no blue ink stamp on the bottom of my foot with and expiration date. When I find it, I'll try my darnedest to wash it off.
I you can still breath, life is good!

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