My Tuesday started out normal enough but had a surprise ending. I’ll get to that, but let’s take things from the beginning. It was shopping day, and I had my driver detour to the Pure Gold supermarket. I do this every couple of months, hoping to find things I want or need that Royal doesn’t stock. Not much luck with that yesterday, but I did get this:
The Pure Gold is near the old Royal store, so we went there next. Again, sometimes the old Royal has items in stock you can’t find at the new Royal where I normally shop.
Home again with the week’s groceries, a nap and a blog post, then it was time for my weekly excursion to Baloy Beach to visit the Kokomo floating bar. I baked a batch of brownies before departing to share with the girls. Swan joined me for the adventure.
I used to play darts for the Lagoon team but rarely ordered food there. I was pleasantly surprised it was so good.
After dinner, we caught a trike home, and I went to bed early. I woke up a little before midnight feeling a bit off somehow, so I got up to nebulize. I also checked my blood oxygen on my oximeter and was shocked to see this reading:
Of course, I didn’t even consider wasting my time at the hospital. Instead, I fired up my oxygen tank and self-medicated with inhaled air. That brought me up into the mid-90s. I went back to bed but had to get up again later to ingest more air. A rough night indeed!
I had some doubts and concerns about participating in today’s group hike, but since we were planning on a relatively flat hike from Naugsol back to Barretto, I decided to give it a try. I’ll save the story of how that worked out for me until tomorrow. I’m leaning toward just staying home tonight and treating myself like the old man I’m rapidly becoming. Better old than dead, I suppose.
Today’s Quora Q&A:
Q: What is the quickest way for a male high school graduate with little cash and no car to move out?
A: Join the military.
My daily try at humor:
Here’s hoping for a breath of fresh air.
And Swan also enjoyed her pork steak medallion.
Somebody has a funny idea of what a “medallion” is when cooking. What Swan has there looks more like butterflied pork. In cooking, medallions are supposed to look like little Olympic medals.
Here’re some real medallions. Or here.
With a blog-post title like “Bloody hell,” I was expecting some scary verbiage about you spitting up copious amounts of blood or something. Not to diminish the pulse-ox issue, which is obviously scary in its own right, but this is what your punniness leads me to look for. I guess, in this case, “Bloody hell” is just a literal expression of shock at the pulse-ox of 82.
Feel better tomorrow!
Hmm, you are right; that meat isn’t very medallion-looking. I’m not sure if Swan misremembered what she ordered or if the chef needs to see those links you shared. Still, it tasted good, whatever in the hell it was.
After almost twenty years of blogging, finding a post title I haven’t used before can be challenging. I’m not sure why that matters to me, but it does. My first two tries yesterday failed the uniqueness test, so “Bloody hell” worked on multiple levels.
I achieved my goal of surviving another challenging day, so that’s a good thing!
I think Swan ordered what she thought she’d ordered. I saw the medallions on that shot of the menu. In fact, I recall thinking the medallions would be too skimpy for someone my size, and I’d never order them. The pork she got looked to be almost the size of an Alice Springs Chicken from Outback Steakhouse.