SpO2 = 96, P = 75
Yesterday’s vitals were SpO2 = 84 and P = 101, when I finally told Al that I needed to go to the Emergency Department rather than try to ride out the current respiratory/energy failures. Contributing causes included multiple fragrance exposures at my parents’ home and elsewhere, a not-brief-enough hospital visit with my father, and catching a head cold that quickly expanded into bronchitis.
My father was scheduled to be returned home by van late in the afternoon, but I have forgotten if that was Monday or Tuesday. Low oxygen levels mess up the short-term memory.
My father, who turns 100 at the end of the year, took a fall in the clinic parking lot in our home town when he was picking up my mother, who’d been receiving her monthly vitamin B12 shot. Mother does not always pick up the telephone, and Father is hard of hearing and so does not answer the telephone at all. Father was not hurt in the fall, but it did uncover old stress-related injuries resulting from a long life of heavy physical labor. Pain and anti-anxiety medications have been trialed and are proving effective.
I had made several trips to my parents house in the past three weeks, one to pick up mother’s computer and new printer and another to drop them off, again, once I had gotten them working, again. The computer was gone long enough that my mother has forgotten how to use it when I’m not there to coach her. Although Mother and I both have fragrance sensitivities/MCS, we are not sensitive to the same stuff, and so I cannot remain in the house long enough or often enough to help her personally. She sees and remembers things differently than I do, and so we cannot communicate effectively via telephone (or even in person, when it comes to the computer…no common vocabulary). It is frustrating.
Much more has happened, but I think it is time to arise from my sick bed and prepare to take the puppies outside to potty. Actually, my turn must come first.