alright.. i MAY be able to use my cpap now to fall asleep without it turning off all the time and without making my nose red like rudolph's. loreina took me after pissing me off by asking me if i needed "help" walking trying to make it seem like a normal concern because i have fredrick hired to help me. she's worked with me MANY times before- so it's not like she doesn't know i can walk because she's seen me walk independently a million times before in my apartment during our ics sessions. it aggrivated me for someone to act like they were concerned so it appeared like they were actually doing their job while insinuating i didn't know how to walk and without considering what I thought about their judgments while feeling like others will see them as "useful" for helping me do something i'm more than capable of doing MYSELF SAFELY.
we got to gilette and they were ready to give me a new mask and tubing for the machine, since i told them that it always shuts off after a minute or two. so i need fredrick to install it, since i'm sure he's familiar with it (because he has other clients who use cpaps also) and i'm pretty sure he usually installs it/puts it together for me anyway. i ordered a pillow specifically for people with apnea and i ASSUMED it'd help me and i didn't think i'd need my cpap but i had it on anyway a few nights ago and it shut off and started making a noise like i wasn't breathing- which woke me up.. so i'm not sure the pillow actually helps. i was so pissed off that night at my genetics being the reason why i couldn't fall asleep because they had to smoke their damn cigarettes. i've NEVER actually tried smoking a damn cigarette in my whole life. it never appealed to me. so i was pissed that i have breathing problems now because of their choice to smoke. which further proves my accusation of my family LACKING EMPATHY. if they had any empathy- they'd be worried about how the smoking affected ME so they wouldn't have ever done it. just one of the things they've lacked empathy for and I have to deal with the consequences. my grandma faced the consequences in her urn after lung cancer.
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