Most of the time I find needing to use supplimental oxygen a pain in the ass. I have to lug around this tank, which isn't really that heavy, but it's just always there. It just gets in the way. Every once in a while though, I get to use the oxygen to my advantage. Normally I'm pretty stubborn and hate to admit to needing any help. But I admit it, sometimes I also use it to help get what I want. This morning was one of those times. I'd been up way too late last night working on blog crap and ended up sleeping late. Unfortunately, with the air conditioner on I missed those wonderful words shouting out "Street Cleaning. There is no parking on the odd side of the street..." at 7am this morning. I instead woke to hearing a "BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP" sound from outside from a tow truck. It was street cleaning day and I was pretty sure I was parked on the wrong side of the street. I glanced out the window and sure enough the front end of my car was being lifted up by the tow truck. 20 seconds (and much cursing) later I was dressed and out the door with my tank on, gasping for breath (though I was really out of breath), and asking if he could let my car down so I could move it. The guy looked up at me and I could see him glance at the tank, he paused a moment, said "yeah, go ahead", and let my car down. I'd like to think he'd have let me have my car anyways, but I'm sure seeing me panting for breath with plastic tubing shoved up my nose didn't hurt. Phew. Then I drove around for 30 minutes looking for a spot to park my car (and calling my parents to tell them not to show up till after 2 so they'd have someplace to park).

Have I mentioned lately how much I hate street cleaning day?