so... guess who's been prescribed oxygen? guess who has to use it during the night when she sleeps?
one guess. and although you may be thinking that it's me because of the fact i've started doing these workouts in the smoke-filled household... well, it's not yours truly.
it's someone else who lives in the house who smokes even though she just got out of the frigging hospital 2 weeks ago after being diagnosed with congestive heart failure, emphysema, chronic bronchitis and pneumonia.
it's not my dog i am talking about.
and this someone "forbid" me to yap about it on here... so i am not "naming names"
yeah. i am pissed. just like she was forbidden to smoke, i am writing about it.
her stinking oxygen count on tuesday when she went to the pulmonologist was 84. EIGHTY EFFING FOUR. "normal" is supposed to be around 94-96.
so she's been tired as hell, still effing bloody smoking, and her oxygen count as far as i am concerned has most likely dropped from tuesday's 84...
so the medical place is dropping off a tank of O2 this afternoon. will i come home to the charred ash & rubble of my condo after she tries to light up whilst using said air?
(not to mention that when i am working out, this "secret someone" is smoking and i am choking.)
