Home from the Mayo Store
Home at last from Mankato. Having to take Dennis’ CPAP in today felt like a cluster f—. The door was locked and apparently they can only have “x” number of people in the store at one time. Both Dennis and I had face masks on and I can tell you in the bright sun it felt like a long wait with the glare of the sun off the building and all the concrete.
Good news, neither of us had a temperature. I had on my mask that can be worn for long periods of time with comfort and my glasses don’t steam up wearing it. No . . . it was not acceptable. I had to take mine off and I was given a mask with the properties of a disposable diaper. Let’s just get to the task at hand. The staff ran the CPAP machine through some paces; and in the end it was deemed it would have to be sent in for a full check. Dennis offered to put the face gear on so they could first hand see what the problem was, but with the covid, they couldn’t allow Dennis to take off the disposable mask to put on the CPAP face mask. Rightfully so Dennis was insistent that he go home with a loaner. Four nights of bad sleep . . . he had had enough and his prescription was valid for CPAP 24/7. It was made off that if we would come back in an hour and their tech fellow would have all of the settings transferred to a loaner. It was well worth the wait for Dennis’ welfare. We signed ump-teen papers for the loaner and as we drove out of the parking lot, I read over the agreement. What caught my eye was the $7,500 value on the loaner. Hmm.
Home sweet home and now let the afternoon do with us what it wants. I believe we are calling it a day. Dennis does have the acre mowed and sometime tomorrow I will have to work on getting the yard around the house done.
The week will be as the good Lord deems it. Patience in the warm temps and realizing that we have shelter from the heat. I listen to the news . . . the homeless that are in huge numbers in Minnesota . . . not so good. Thanks be to God for what Dennis and I have.