I'm leaving this as a placeholder for my comprehensive report that will be forthcoming once I'm in a safer environment to do so. It's nothing active physical that I'm worried about, It's my dependence on staff to enjoy their work and job since with any movements my O2 saturation can and has gone below 42% at which time I totally lost visual acuity but not auditory. The last thing I did hear was after a code was called on me. One person said "he's blue, another couple were laughing " After calling the code everyone was in the room seeming to be apprehensive/unwilling to do anything. Then I lost all consciousness. I guess 16lpm of o2 and the rebreather brought me back. When I started my journey to this facility via St. V's I was able to breathe with room air up to 3-6lpm of O2. Now if I'm absolutely still or sleeping I require from 8lpm to 10 lpm just laying on my side. If I maneuver to pick something up or moving the absorbent pad underneath me my O2 levels will drop into the low 70% range and require the O2 rebreather be used and the high-flow hospital Air on 16lpm to slowly recover. Nurse Shawna figured out a new trick, she said I refused all my meds except for Magnesium, metoprolol, and metformin. Since my Oxygen drops so fast and by 40-50% sometimes. It causes me anxiety, that feeds into my breathing problems and makes me more anxious. Getting only 2 of my many medications and Nurse Shawna saying there's nothing she can do once she puts the order in is way too much power over the life and death for one person over their patient. As soon as the new shift came in they immediately called the respiratory therapist and she started a breathing treatment and elevated my Oxygen up to 15lpm. Nurse Shawna would make hospice nurses blush. Dr Kevorkian could make Shawna an equal partner. I'm sure she has a lot to bring to the the gurney. read more