bravely venturing out on oxygen

So I did go do three whole small errands, one of which was lunch, on the oxygen.

Being on oxygen at home is rather like being married to an octopus. It follows me everywhere, gets caught on stuff and wants me to pay attention. When I go upstairs I have to detach tubing and attach an additional segment. Plus it can tangle. Right now I don’t have it over my ears because they get sore. I found two grabby hair clips and my oxygen tubing is clipped into twisted braids.

It’s also like being one of those really long dinosaurs. You have to pay attention to the tail. I have three floors, so I need a third set of the tubing for the basement. Currently I am just not going there.

I felt so good after the first night on oxygen, that I wore bright colors. Happy colors.

Though I am not normal on oxygen. I have this octopus/tail thing and I still can’t lift much more than the little oxygen tank and my purse and I still can’t go faster than stupidly slow up stairs without my chest hurting. However, before my chest was hurting any time I sat or stood up. Now it only hurts if I push my limits. Me, push limits? How could ANYONE ever think I would do that….

in praise of opposititional defiance

I am oppositional defiant.

I can and will argue about anything. ANYTHING.

And guess what? I can and will argue either side.

In fact, when I am sick there is only one person to argue with. Myself.

So that is what I do. Autopilot. I think of something and then instantly question it. Is it true, do I really agree with it, what arguments are on the other side. Sometimes there is an angel on one side and the devil on the other. Sometimes it’s two scientists or politicians or I’m arguing the male viewpoint as far as I can versus the female as far as I can.

One time my mother in law was visiting when my son was around nine. She looked out the window. My son was pacing back and forth in front of the garage.

“I am worried about him.” said my mother in law

“Why?” I said, glancing out at him.

“He’s bored.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Just LOOK at him pace.”

“He’s not bored.”

She was shocked and slightly outraged.

I said, “Go stand by him.”

She looked confused but she did it.

After a bit she came back inside. “You are right, he’s not bored.”

Because, you see, I knew what he was doing when he paced there. He was narrating a story out loud. It usually involved spaceships, dinosaurs, other planets and explosions. He did sound effects. It was the opposite of boring. It was very very exciting.

When I needed his attention I would say his name. If that didn’t work, I would start adding sound effects. I would add explosion noises and squeaks and dinosaur calls at inappropriate times. He would stop and glare at me.

I have to say that now I am not surprised that he was a late reader. I am actually surprised that the teacher could talk through the explosions and dinosaurs and spaceships at all….

Anyhow, pick a controversial topic. Argue one side of it. Then switch positions and argue the other side. If you can’t, you need more information from the other side. Do a search on google. This will confuse the hell out of your feed, which knows very well that you are not a fan of oil drilling or hunting elk. But it’s GOOD to confuse your feed, it needs to know that you are a versatile thoughtful very smart human being.

And have a great time arguing with yourself. Be sure to put the blue tooth in your ear so that no one calls the people with nets to take you away…..