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Notes from the Infirmary, 11 February
Feb. 11th, 2011 06:51 pm(crossposted to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kshandra and gridlore)
A very bizarre day at work for the functional member of the household, as I heard the news from Egypt as I was driving in and then spent the next couple of hours watching Al Jazeera's English-language feed. Actually did some of what they pay me for, with occasional text messages from Doug's contraband cell phone. ;-) Eventually get a call from him; he immediately hands the phone over to the nice young man from the durable medical equipment company, who needs credit card information for the oxygen tank they're sending him home with tomorrow (allegedly).
I get a second call later from the company directly, as they try to set up a time to meet me at home and accept delivery of the rest of the equipment (a concentrator for use around the house, with an attached tank-filler so Doug can leave on occasion, and a full-size O2 tank in the event that we lose power). However, it appears that the person on the phone understood me saying "I can be home in 10 minutes" to mean "I will be home in 10 minutes." And instead of calling me back on my cellphone, they called the house line (which, of course, nobody answered).
I discovered this about an hour after they attempted to make the delivery, when I called them back to say "Dude, WTF?" Run home, get there just as the technician (or whatever he's called) is walking back to the truck from my front door. Spend the next while frantically rearranging the apartment so all of this stuff will FIT (the concentrator is about the size of your average swamp cooler; the tank is about 4' tall, and immediately sent me back to my days at the movie theatre, changing CO2 tanks for the soda fountain). He explained to me how it all works, I signed for the co-pay (thank god I got paid today...), and he left so I could quietly freak out for a while.
And the indicator light has just switched over to show that the travel tank is now full, so I can shut it off (time for me to get used to living in a noisy house...) and head over to the hospital to spend a little more time with Doug (and probably give him tonight's Lovenox shot, too - oh, yay).
kshandra and gridlore)A very bizarre day at work for the functional member of the household, as I heard the news from Egypt as I was driving in and then spent the next couple of hours watching Al Jazeera's English-language feed. Actually did some of what they pay me for, with occasional text messages from Doug's contraband cell phone. ;-) Eventually get a call from him; he immediately hands the phone over to the nice young man from the durable medical equipment company, who needs credit card information for the oxygen tank they're sending him home with tomorrow (allegedly).
I get a second call later from the company directly, as they try to set up a time to meet me at home and accept delivery of the rest of the equipment (a concentrator for use around the house, with an attached tank-filler so Doug can leave on occasion, and a full-size O2 tank in the event that we lose power). However, it appears that the person on the phone understood me saying "I can be home in 10 minutes" to mean "I will be home in 10 minutes." And instead of calling me back on my cellphone, they called the house line (which, of course, nobody answered).
I discovered this about an hour after they attempted to make the delivery, when I called them back to say "Dude, WTF?" Run home, get there just as the technician (or whatever he's called) is walking back to the truck from my front door. Spend the next while frantically rearranging the apartment so all of this stuff will FIT (the concentrator is about the size of your average swamp cooler; the tank is about 4' tall, and immediately sent me back to my days at the movie theatre, changing CO2 tanks for the soda fountain). He explained to me how it all works, I signed for the co-pay (thank god I got paid today...), and he left so I could quietly freak out for a while.
And the indicator light has just switched over to show that the travel tank is now full, so I can shut it off (time for me to get used to living in a noisy house...) and head over to the hospital to spend a little more time with Doug (and probably give him tonight's Lovenox shot, too - oh, yay).