Finger Thing in at the Hospital
A few nights ago I went in to the hospital to visit Jewel while she was working night shift. One of the nurses had left this finger pulse-and-oxygen-level checker sitting on the counter, so I started playing with it.
It was really cool, I told Jewel I want one for my birthday. I was seeing how much I could get my numbers to fluctuate. I spanned 9 points I think on the blood oxygen level. Normal I was at 95, I breathed and breathed and got it up to 98, if I remember right. Then I didn’t breathe and didn’t breathe and held my breath and breathed into my fist because I didn’t have a paper bag and got it to drop to 89! I was proud. Jewel was not.
I forget exactly how much I got my pulse to fluctuate, but it was a little ways. It was fun. It was a wonder they didn’t take it away from me.
6 Responses
June 8th, 2005 at 5:35 pm
I thought you were going to say you saw a chopped off finger.
Anon #4
June 8th, 2005 at 5:35 pm
After I saw the title, that is.
Anon #4
June 8th, 2005 at 6:11 pm
You are so pathetic! Hey, you shouldn’t mess with your breathing! That’s no joke! It will mess you up. I think I am going to start carrying a paper bag with me everywhere I go just in case. Sort of scares me.
Ag
June 8th, 2005 at 7:09 pm
Don’t worry, I’m a professional breather with many years experience.
June 8th, 2005 at 11:02 pm
Tom, I was hooked up to one of those things a while back when I got some sort of alergic reaction and landed in the emerg ward. They gave me a couple shots,(they really hurt too) then hooked me up to one of those things. I really relaxed, I guess a bit to much from the drugs. I found out that machine can really screem when you don’t breath enough. Nurses would come in and slap me around to get me breathing deep again. Good way to get attentions from nurses but it sure messes up a relaxing nap. Take some advice from your canadian bro. John
June 10th, 2005 at 12:26 am
Tom, that “thing” is called a pulse oximeter. I’m glad that you came to visit me at the hospital, but I’m not glad that you began messing with my breathing. I think that if that ever happens again, I will take that pulse ox away from you. Therefore you are not getting one for your birthday. I don’t want to come home from work and find you passed out on the floor. (Besides the fact that I don’t think I could ever pick you back up again!) Love you Jewel