My boyfriend made arrangements for two pulse oximeters to be delivered to the house. For those of you without my experience, a pulse/ox is a device that measures pulse rate and blood oxygen saturation levels. It’s that thing they put on your finger at the doctor’s office.

It’s the most thoughtful gift I’ve ever received: one for me and one for my mother.

We did have a bit of excitement today. It seems that one of the pulse oxes (oxen?) doesn’t work so well. Mom’s reading came in at a 90% oxygen level and I got kind of excited. I called her doc’s office and once again he didn’t call back. I’m learning to loathe him. Finally, I called 911 and they sent EMS out to take her vitals. She’s fine — other than being sick with what is probably COVID_19.

Other than that I’ve had two naps and 12 meals. Stress makes me eat. This too shall pass.

(Connie hits “buy now” on the 40-pack of ToastChee peanut butter crackers at the Amazon.)