It’s Friday. Every day this week I have had to get spruced up early to go to a doctors or hospital appointment. Today’s little soiree’ was to the oxygen clinic to check how much I would need when exercising. Sats first and they were 92 at rest and 86 at the end of the six minute walk of which I managed two and a half minutes. I probably could have managed more if I hadn’t been chatting up the gorgeous little nurse the whole time.( 5'2" of heaven) Anyway, apparently I need 2 litres per minute? Hour? Week? I dunno, my attention was elsewhere.
The paperwork was next. The first bit freed them of all possible guilt if I snuff it. The form for Air Products next and then it was on to giving the fire brigade permission to inspect my home for hidden dangers. Huh! Wait till they meet the wife. And then, for some reason, another form for the electricity providers. What was that all about?
Next week apart from PR on Friday I have nothing booked, but you can bet your life something will crop up.
Love to all, Bobby xx