61. Oxygen

The machine is loud and irritating, and my numbers would drop when I slept. The alarm would chime, waking the deepest of sleeper.

In the hospital, they always want to know a person’s oxygen level.  The machine is loud and irritating, and my numbers would drop when I slept.  The alarm would chime, waking the deepest of sleeper.  I’m not sure if I would call it a win win… but I knew to breathe more deeply.  The loss of sleep might be questionable.

The pulse oximeter attaches to the center finger on the right hand.

The pulse oximeter attaches to the center finger on the right hand.  It has a bright red light that shines through the cells and reads the oxygen saturation.  Every time I looked, my mind called out “ET phone home”, and I wanted to join fingertips with a person in the room.

Author: Michele Plumb Stowell

Michele Stowell was a teacher, a hand holder, and encouraging voice. Born an early Gen Xer, she has lived in Western Washington for the duration. Her children, two spectacular genetic daughters and an uncountable number of marvelous scout and school sons and daughters, shine as her biggest impact and her greatest blessing. Just before her 54th birthday, Michele was diagnosed with stage four cancer. Her writing and art work are expressions of the drama and the joy of living earth bound. On October 24, 2021, Michele was released from her physical body, transported to continue her work on other realms.

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