I’ve been feeling so much better the past day or two.
They sent me home from the hospital with a measuring thing that shows the volume of air I can inhale.
In the hospital I could almost manage 500ml, although when they said to do it in a controlled way, not just gasping, that really wasn’t going to happen.
About a week ago I managed to get up to 750ml, and even have a little control.
Now I’m up to 1000ml, though if I work at it too much my chest hurts.
I have a feeling I shouldn’t do things that hurt.
My goal is 1500ml, and I begin to believe I might even get there at some point.
The practical upshot of this is that I am more active.
I can even make a short trip to the kitchen without my oxygen to get a drink, or an easy snack.
I wake up in the morning to discover that it has pulled off and it didn’t wake me up – though it is still spewing oxygen in the vicinity of my face, so maybe that is enough?
So, since I was doing so well, I went off without my oxygen to feed the cats and generally put the house in order for the night.
About five things.
Nope, I’m not ready to do anything that extensive yet without extra oxygen.
I didn’t fall over, but I did end up as breathless without the oxygen as I used to be with it: tight unpleasant chest, heart rate speeding up, and generally crappy, light-headed feeling.
At the hospital they were monitoring my O2/heart rate but here I just have to wing it, trying to remember what the different levels felt like.
My guess is it was getting back in the 80s/90+ range, instead of 90+/80s.
So I cut it short and hurried back.
I made it to my sofa and oxygen and am sitting here breathing normally with my oxygen and like that.
So no more of that for a while.
Consider me annoyed.