Sooo, a couple of weeks ago I did one of those mini sleep studies where I wear a pulse ox monitor for the night to hopefully see that I can get off the oxygen I came home from the hospital with. Well the answer was no...I dipped into the 80's too many times (in Colorado you should be above 90, in the rest of the country I think it's 96 -- yes, we really do have less oxygen a mile high). So I'm back on oxygen...which leads me to my TMI story....
So Jason and I were um..finished...you know... with our, um, marital obligations (wink wink, nudge nudge). I roll over and Jason asks where I was going. I told him I was putting my oxygen on. We both started cracking up...because that's the least sexiest thing EVER.
He says....because he's supportive like this, "thank god you don't have to take your teeth out too".
I'd like to welcome new VSG blogger Am I Overweight or Undertall to the WLS blogging community. She's from my 'hood.
Have a happy friday!