Very glad indeed to be able to say I've never experienced that. I remember, a wee while after being taught how to gas weld, being absolutely shocked watching a chap cutting stuff up at a scrap yard where I was looking for parts for one of my old vehicles, to see him with the full size gas bottles lying on their sides on the ground - when we'd just all been told how important it is for the Oxygen bottle in particular, to be upright. I debated as to whether to attempt to educate the operator or flee quickly in the opposite direction. I chose the latter, mainly because the chap using the cutting torch closely resembled a gorilla and I was a weedy youth!A case of "smell the adrenalin", I had a gas welding set "popping back" in the hoses one time that did that for me.![]()
Thought I might update you all on our household medical situation as I'm on here anyway. Been thinking of Mowermender70 a lot this morning, particularly as I was taking my walk in the early morning sunshine. Last night was, from my point of view, grim. Did I mention Mrs J was diagnosed yesterday with pneumonia? and given loads of pills with the caveat that if her condition worsened in the night I was to ring the ambulance immediately. She took all the medication and went to bed but I could hear her restricted breathing and sporadic coughing from my bed in the spare room. So, of course, I've slept very little and spent a lot of time hobbling through on my sticks to hover over her listening to her breathing and general demeanour. She seemed to get very slightly worse - if that's possible - early on but then settled and became much calmer. Of course I was wondering if her quieter demeanour was a good thing or not. Anyway, I kept vigil over her and made sure her breathing aid - she has a positive pressure breathing aid for her sleep apnea - was working properly. This morning she seems to be breathing better so I think the antibiotics are kicking in and she seems somewhat more her usual self. I took her a cup of tea around 8.00 am - interesting trying to climb the stairs with my stick and carry the cup without spilling it - and made sure she's taken the next raft of medication. Then thought I'd take a wee walk to the end of the road and back to keep everything on the move and working in the leg. But, oh my, the right leg - the one with the new hip, feels a bit "funny". The calf and ankle is a little swollen! Yikes! thoughts of DVT etc flashing through my mind? But DVT hurts a lot doesn't it? Anyway, still went the walk and the swelling has gone down a bit so decided to keep a close eye on it and see how it goes. I've got compression stockings on of course. It's like when you get fluid retention on a long flight. I may just ring the hospital advice line I was given as a contact when I left the hospital last Friday evening, especially if it doesn't continue to reduce.
Gawd, it's all happening to us just now. But I feel blessed that I'm not having to travel some 30 miles each way, like mowermender, to see her.