No, not a previously unreleased sex video of me. I wouldn't even know where to start. Joke. Or maybe not, who knows?
We are talking about the adhesive tape. The tape that holds the NIV mask together when all else fails. Literally. If you pull the headgear down to the neck, the mask will leak. You can pull 20 times harder, you won't achieve anything. It hurts like hell and the mask opens all the time. The Velcro fasteners are not designed to withstand what feels like two kilos of tension in the face for eighteen hours. I mean, hello? We're still talking about my eyes, nose and teeth. Not to mention my decubitus ulcer behind my ear (read more here), which of course has not improved one bit.
Nothing new? Have I said that hundreds of times? Yes, that's right. But now that my „problem child“ is getting a little better, at least for a while, only very occasionally, but still... another carer, who's been with me from the beginning, starts with the same shit. Dude! That really can't be true. I just don't believe it now.
I don't believe it. Only one thing comes to mind. Good old Hape.
