Sunday 29th December - Trees in Winter (2) / my oxygenated life

It's a bit faint and scrappy but I while away this morning's journey to the hospital jotting down quick sketches of branches and trees as we motored along.

 

The writing says 'every so often thick, oily, chemical tang of aviation fuel fills nostrils'.

It doesn't happen so often now, but it used to be that planes needing to make an emergency landing would jettison their excess fuel over our town. I think they make more effort to do so over the sea these days.

I couldn't understand why I suddenly became so ill walking from the car park to the ward. I was having to stop every ten, six, three paces until I seriously thought BB would have to find a trolley and take me to A and E... It was then we realised that although I had the correct flow rate set on the cylinder for walking, we hadn't switch the main valve on! Quel horreur; my o2 Sat's had dropped to 72%. He turned the main valve on, upped the flow rate and within minutes, literally, I was okay again. Phew. It was though nothing had happened. 

So, onwards we went... I  have to say that this isn't the first time we've done this. Luckily they've been few and not too often, and one thing about pulmonary fibrosis is I do recover quickly.

Father’s hip recovery; 

He has progressed to sitting in a chair; but finds it exhausting. So after a little while he was helped back into bed and we left him to sleep. 

Lead me not into temptation

We pass a gigantic Hobbycraft store on the way to and from the hospital... nuff said... this house does not need any more yarn... at least not until I actually finish something 

(but maybe...)

Actually, repeating 'The Lord's Prayer' every day would be a Good Thing to keep one 'on track'. Or even just picking a single phrase to keep in mind through the day.