Prepping for Power Failures

I never ever thought I would be in the situation where I’m planning for a power failure, but being dependent on oxygen 24/7 changes priorities.

If the power is interrupted for a brief period, I can switch to an oxygen tank. However, if it's going to last longer than a couple of hours, then I need to go somewhere I can plug in the oxygen concentrator.

I wrote to Maritime Electric to find out what they do. Here is part of their response:

"[We] will … flag your home address. This flag means that if there should be an unexpected power outage in your area your home would be on the priority list to get back on as soon as possible. Same thing for a scheduled outage but we would make sure to contact you so that you could make alternate plans if possible."

And that’s what I’ve done. I contacted the CAO of Miltonvale Park, the community in which I live. Shari MacDonald tells me Milton Community Hall has a back-up generator that automatically comes on when the power fails. The Hall is about 10 minutes from home, so this is where we will head if it looks like the power will be off for a long time. It will mean hauling the large oxygen concentrator to the car and then hauling it out at The Hall, but I will have the guarantee of having a powered oxygen supply if needed.

One more odd thing checked off the to-do list.

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