Call the fire bridgade

I am sooooooo tired after yesterday's hospital marathon and the jury is still out on my visit to the dentist, as I'm sure it's the wrong tooth.

I knew I had to get up early for a workman who was coming round this thing and unfortunately I have another workman tomorrow morning, so no reprieve there either.
I thought I'd be clever and get into my hoodie and my pj bottoms early and just doze sitting upright on the bed. Unfortunately the the upright doze turned into a full scale slump on the bed in a snoring session and when the door bell went, I leaped up so fast that I didn't know where I was.
With a false smile, I guided him into the bathroom and showed him the offending electric switch, only to be told that, although I had a lovely bathroom 'madam,' but he was actually here to service the gas boiler. Duh... picky picky!

Actually I'm glad that I am even here, as I picked up my cream for my sore nostrils yesterday afternoon and although the oxygen team recommended it, the pharmacist, should that I couldn't use it when wearing my oxygen.
A slight flaw to this plan I thought, being that I am on it nearly 24hrs all day everyday nowadays.
Hannah checked with the oxygen team again and was told that he was just being over cautious. Hmmmm believe me, when I put my nose specs on after putting the cream up my nostrils for the first time last night, I was a wee bit cautious too.
What good screwing my face up and facing away from the unit would have done me if it was going to blow up, I don't really know, but luckily I didn't find out!
But I'm happy to report, me and my face are both still intact and the cream has already made a huge improvement on my poor old nose. The poor thing had cracked quite intensely inside from the near on constant oxygen use. Touch wood no nose bleeds since yesterday afternoon... hoorah!
I just feel that I am playing Russian Roulette each time.

Lots of love Debbie x