Friday Funnies: The Last Display

     I was at Target tonight, picking up a prescription...well, three prescriptions. Anyway, I hit toys, as I tend to. And Target still has their display up for The Last Jedi toys, like they have for about the last two months. The difference, is that now I have seen the movie, and understand better the the display.

     You put your hand over it, "draw on the force" and it is supposed to do something. Except after two months, it s probably glitchy. No matter. I put my hand over it. went on with my shopping.

     One of the target employees, stocking toys, passed by me and asked if I needed anything.

     I told him: "I put my hand over the Star Wars display. There's something that has always been inside me, but now it's been awakened. I need someone to tell me my place in all of this."

     He watches me in slightly concerned silence for a moment, so I tell him: "Actually, I'm fine. I'm guessing not the answer you expected?"

    He said no, definitely not, but thanked me for breaking the monotony of the evening for him.

    I love to give someone an interesting story.

Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays

    To you and yours, whatever you celebrate, the best of holidays and a pleasant end to the year

Friday Funnies: Flight Risk

     Tuesday was Sam's first day after finals and I wanted her to have the chance to sleep in.

     I wanted that, but her Green Cheeked Conure Ickabob did not. I could hear her crying shrilly and I knew I needed to do something. So I slipped in on quiet feet and took Ickabob from her cage, and took her to my room.

     And just so Sam wouldn't worry, I left this brief note.

I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have seeds. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let Ickabob go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will climb you, and I will peck you

No ransom was paid, but Ickabob was returned unharmed, with proof of flight. 

Sometimes life gets in the way

     I missed my Monday and my Tuesday posts because I have been dealing with medical stuff- not in a bad way, but just in getting the things I need to keep me healthier.

     Sunday, November 12 Sam and I trucked up to Longmont in my Civic to see and purchase an Oxygen Concentrator from Craigslist. We met a new friend and got to see her Emu. That is one very eerie looking bird. Seeing it close up and in person is like looking through a window into a long ago world or a trip to Jurassic Park on a budget.

     Since the Concentrator had been stored for a while, I thought it prudent to have it looked over by a specialist, and I found contact info for Rocky Mountain Oxygen Repair. He cleaned it, replaced the flow control valve and rebuilt the compressor for me, and I picked it up Tuesday the 28th.

     Friday the 17th, I did a sleep study, and the results were

1. I have severe sleep apnea and need a CPAP and
2. I don't sleep well when someone is waking me up to adjust the CPAP mask.

     Wednesday the 22nd of November, my sister drove me to Lutheran hospital for Phlebotomy. In laymans terms, it means on my pulmonologist's instructions, they drew off two pints of my blood so I could make more. I think they left a third pint under the skin, too. My sister drove me because I wasn't sure I would be able to drive two pints low. I use my blood, when I am driving, as many do.

helluva bruise

     Saturday November 25th, my Father gave me a couple of devices he used to exercise his breathing after his punctured lung last year

Incentive Spirometer

Blowy thing

     Saturday, December 2, I was gifted with a CPAP machine, but I needed a full mask rather than a nasal one, because I sleep with my mouth gaping. After going to site after site looking for something that was not awful in price... I asked the gentleman who repaired and cleaned up my Oxygen concentrator if he knew anyone.... and he had CPAP masks, and would sell me one at a good price! So I picked up a CPAP mask, a humidifier bottle for my concentrator (so I wouldn't have dry air blowing up my nose) and now I am set. He even threw in tubing and a bleed-in thingy that will hook my concentrator to my CPAP, to enrich the air I am breathing in.

     Per Doctors instructions, I am to turn the CPAP up to 11

     Side note- Apollo has picked up the exact tone and duration of the beep the concentrator makes when it starts. Ickabob has started imitating the hisses it makes as it runs.