Fighting for oxygen tank

In my first room, you remember from episode 1, the air conditioning was running at full blast. Was very indicated with a suspected pneumonia.
Turns out you couldn't turn it off. The wonders of technology in the Dominican Republic.
I asked Snoopy if they could move me to a room with adjustable air conditioning. That was on Sunday.

The same day I am moved to another room. This one also has air conditioning. It is broken but running on the lowest setting.... Technological progress?

BUT! The room has no connection for the oxygen I desperately need. My saturation is below 90%. I ask Snoopy about it. "Yeah right away"

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At this point I have to make a cultural insertion. I experience two kinds of people here in terms of helpfulness, service orientation and work ethic.
Woman needs/wants something from them. Nothing crazy like an emergency button in room (there isn’t one) or a PiPi and PuPu vessel. No. Let's say AIR. Good old fashioned air. Some get a mimic tantrum like little kids who don't get a toy and immediately break out in screams and squeeze out googly tears. Let's call them SNOOPY."
Because you can't do that in your role as a nurse, your facial expressions change in a split second. I-am-the-most-overburdened-of-all-nurses-and-carry-the-entire-burden-of-this-world-on-my-shoulders.

The other kind are the ones we want in department stores, restaurants, and definitely hospitals. Attentive, charming, comforting, listening, helpful and always looking for a solution. Let's call them GREY.

I ask different snoopies about oxygen practically every hour. It seems only Snoopies are on the shift.. There are several creative ideas like "The tech just left for lunch". (That was Mary Tudor the Bloody) "There are no filled oxygen tanks right now". "I'm assisting in the OR right now, just had to get something" AHA! "I'm needed in the ICU".

I can barely sleep that night. The after-hours nurse, a Grey, measures oxygen saturation every hour. Medical values have gotten worse on the third day as well. My body, my immune system was sent in search of the bacteria for three days with more or less targeted antibiotics. Unfortunately, to no avail.

The next morning, Mary Tudor the Bloody was back on duty. The most efficient Snoopy of all. I ask twice more. _____________________________________________________________

The next time she comes in she wants to take my values and attach solutions.
Me: "No."
She "But..."
Me: "No!"
Her: "But I have to do this now".
Me: "NO!!!"
Her: "YES!!!"
Me: " Until I have a filled oxygen tank NOTHING is gonna happen"
Mary the Bloody rolls her eyes, makes an angry face and stomps off like angry rhino.

After a while she comes back, it is now 11.00, with a technician and oxygen tank. I can only marvel and wonder where both the tank and the technician emerged from. UFO?Hell? Outerspace?
Everything is hooked up, oxygen is turned on____________, no bubbles, no oxygen available. It is empty........

Carted away, new one comes up. Finally. What salvation what relief. I wallow in fresh oxygen.

I'm used to heavy breathing, Breathing so poorly for almost 24 hours takes me to my physical, emotional and mental limits very quickly.

The snoopies in this hospital are clearly the majority. Things like water or a chair for the guest should probably materialize on their own. They make a face like I asked them to wash my feet.
It may be required of four chattering and rumor spreading snoopies to WORK something for a change or not?

The only thing that always and always comes on time is the food. I have a "Chef" who comes by three times a day and asks me what I to eat. It always comes on time and it is delicious. Too bad I am not hungry or have an appetite. He is a SUPER GREY.

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