OMFGRANDMA!!!

This lady is driving me up a wall tonight.

She's having major issues breathing lately and even though her oxygen readings are high she becomes winded VERY easily; the distance from her chair in the living room to her throne in the powder room is probably four yards, yet it leaves her gasping like a beached whale each way.

She cancelled her appointment with her GP this afternoon because she was so exhausted after her shower to leave the house (which, for the rest of us, would be like running a marathon) but she was able to get him to call in a prescription for a new oxygen concentrator that has higher settings- it goes all the way to ten! The concentrator was delivered late this evening, the healthcare company felt some urgency; evidently the doctor put "10" on the prescription when Grandma thought he put "6".

Ever since the damn thing was installed a few hours ago we've been arguing about oxygen settings. She wants it on 6, I want it on 10. We settled on 8 but she still can't produce a satisfactory argument as to why 10 bothers her. I think if she had more oxygen going to her brain she'd be thinking more clearly and could formulate an articulate statement about why she doesn't WANT TO BREATHE.