My MIL has an oxygen concentrator that she occasionally uses, and leaves it running even when she’s not in her room below. Uses it at night.
FISHpump FISHpump ….FISHpump………….FISHpump…FISHpump
All. Night. Long. Totally irregular. Guess who never gets any sleep.
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My MIL has an oxygen concentrator that she occasionally uses, and leaves it running even when she’s not in her room below. Uses it at night.
FISHpump FISHpump ….FISHpump………….FISHpump…FISHpump
All. Night. Long. Totally irregular. Guess who never gets any sleep.”
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My mother had the same. It took a while to get used to it and I spent every third day and night with her (siblings and I were on a rotation schedule) for several months. I found myself breathing in rhythm to the concentrator which was totally messing me up. “Breathe in, hold, breathe out”. Also, it caused the entire house to vibrate (wooden floors) so that made it hard to sleep as well.
But, I finally did get to the point I could ignore it. Then, about the time I got to sleep, mother would ring her little bell. LOL. The sisters and I still jump when we hear the sound of a bell ringing. Bless her heart, I will always remember those last few months with her. She hated to call upon us for assistance and always waited as long as she could before asking for something.