I got out, but there was no place to sit and I knew I wouldn't be able to stand the whole time, even if it was a drill. Then my rheumatologist came up and walked me over to a tree that had dirt built up below it -- the best place to sit down -- and when it was over, she had two of the guys bring a wheelchair and the three of them pulled me up and the guys took me back up to the pulmonologist's office. It turned out to be an electrical fire, but the firefighters didn't tell us what caused it. There were five engines and a chief there, so we were pretty sure it was a real fire. Fortunately, it's a nice day: 84 and no humidity.
He says he doesn't know why I'm short of breath, but I'm to start using one of my inhalers when I'm SoB instead of just in the morning and night. He cleared me for the surgery on the 17th as long as they watch my oxygen.
And when I got home, there was a moving truck diagaonally into my spot, so I honked once and told them it was my spot and they moved the truck. There was a real estate guy putting a washer/dryer and stove in that condo yesterday, but I wasn't expecting the new owner today. She looks about 30 or so, and will probably be much better than the nasty batch of guys in their early 20s that was renting.
I came in and sat in the recliner to rest and nodded right off for about 45 minutes and I think I'll nap soon.
