Exhausted but a successful day.

The DP did the driving.  We got to Aberdeen Royal Infirmary with 40 minutes left to negotiate the corridors to the Clinic.  Once there I had the thing on the finger which measures oxygen.  86 it said.  Sat for a while and there was no improvement.  I then had attempts at extricating blood from a vein.  Three goes....before some was got.  Whisked off to be tested.

In the meantime I was given oxygen.

A similar cylinder was placed in the chariot and I was connected with tubes up my nostrils.   The DP was amazed at how quickly my sats went up.  In half a minute of my breathing in the sats went up.  We then went for a walk, me and the physio, up the corridors.  Well what a difference.  Like I used to be!!!  

When the blood test came back it wasn't as bad as they thought it would be.  For me that bit was a plus as it means I don't have to be connected for 15 hours and only need the oxygen when I am being active.  Walking on the Prom.  Walking anywhere.  

Had I been bad enough to need it for 15 hours I would not have been able to be near a wood burning stove.  But I just have to sit for 2o minutes having switched the oxygen off and I no longer have an oxygen aura which could ignite.  Then fire is fine.  

Some strange things - no oil based moisturising cream, lipstick, make up as with the oxygen one can have combustion!

A lot to think about.  Oxygen will be delivered in a few days.  This is a tank which is plugged in and extricates oxygen from the air. The cylinder I take out is filled from the tank.

The Fire Brigade are notified, they will probably come round and check smoke alarms etc.  We have to tell house and car insurers.  Also electric suppliers as I become a prioritised person when a power cut.

A lot to take in.  But lots of support.  Shattered.  But nice to know I was right!