So, we have a thunderstorm here and with a flash the electric went out. I started to go into panic mode before I caught myself. But I did manage to catch myself and reach for the portable O2 tank next to the recliner. Smart keeping it close by. But the electric kicked back on a few seconds later.
I was actually trying to get to sleep when the storm hit. And of course when the electric went so did my need for sleep and now I'm wide awake. Did I mention that it's after three AM and Sophie has been barking at the flashes in the window for a good 45 minutes? That's another reason why my sleep has been interrupted.
I love a good storm and would really appreciate this one in the daylight. But being sick and needing oxygen it is kind of scary alone during a storm these days. Makes me think that I should start looking into an "assisted living" facility.
I am so tired of the weather here, I didn't want to come back to the North East to begin with. If I could have I would have stayed in California. This apartment was only supposed to be temporary until I was set in my job and had vacation time where I could move to a better place. Now almost four years later I'm still stuck here and with each storm the floor in front of the door gets damper and damper, and I know there is mold growing under there.
The dampness comes up from the basement, there's nothing but a mud floor down there and the walls have mold and mildew on them. Oh Shannon get your damned driver's license because if you don't
I will leave your stuff here because I've got to get out of here for my health. I don't want to go back into the hospital.