Yesterday I started pulmonary rehab sessions again. I couldn't quite manage all of the exercises for the full time, but I had a go at all of them. I spoke again about being kept a prisoner in my own house if they keep me on the oxygen provided. As if by magic someone called to see me this morning and, as long as I can physically fill the tank, then I can have the small liquid oxygen canisters instead of the large cumbersome things on wheels. I now await the visit for that.
The picture is of the beast, sitting nicely on her turntable. I can now drive into the garage, spin the turntable and drive out frontwards. I do like to see where I'm going!!