Anna Nalick singin' about sumthin' that's kinda hard for me to do...
But, that said... we're about to go on full-time oxygen for our COPD. We had a battery of pulmonary tests run today and the results weren't too terribly good. They sucked, in fact. So it looks like I'm gonna be hooked up to a frickin' machine for the rest of my life, such that it is. But, Hey... we knew this was comin'.
It's always SUMTHIN'.
Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,Breathe. We all take our breath for granted until such time as it goes away and mine's been goin' away for about the last six or seven years. I don't go on about self-inflicted wounds all that much in these pages or anywhere else, for that matter, mainly because they're self-inflicted. No cryin' or whinin' allowed, in other words.
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, boys,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe
But, that said... we're about to go on full-time oxygen for our COPD. We had a battery of pulmonary tests run today and the results weren't too terribly good. They sucked, in fact. So it looks like I'm gonna be hooked up to a frickin' machine for the rest of my life, such that it is. But, Hey... we knew this was comin'.
It's always SUMTHIN'.
I love that song. Makes me tear up every time I hear it.
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Man, it's dusty in here tonight. I'll be thinking of you Buck. Hang in there.
Thanks, Chris. I appreciate your kind thoughts.
DeleteThose machines have come a long way and are pretty portable - better than it use to be, anyway.
ReplyDeleteIt reminded me of a friend's mother that was quite the amazing lady. Anne had COPD in her older age - also coming from a generation where smoking was the norm. She was a tall handsome woman who had lost her Navy husband in some accident. She raised two beautiful, awesome children on a teacher's salary in Northern NM. She always spoke her mind and said something meaningful. Everyone loved that woman, with her husky voice and laugh. Yet she could scare the crap out of us kids - we all behaved around her. You have lots in common with her. Thanks for bringing up good memories. Sorry about your COPD.
You're right about those machines, they're much better than they used to be. And thanks for the kind words about your former teacher... it's flattered I am.
DeleteYou will master the new appendage in no time. No step for a stepper!
ReplyDeleteRemember not to light up with the cannula in your nose, or POOF, there go your eyebrows!
Heh. We've been doin' that oxygen thing for a while, so I hear ya about the eyebrows.
DeleteWe know all about COPD. Don't let it keep you inside.
ReplyDeleteIt hasn't, so far.
DeleteKeep smiling, me old mucker, things are never so bad they couldn't be worse. Not that THAT is much consolation, I don't suppose. Just keep the beer flowing.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Brian.
DeleteSometimes this growing old crap ain't all it's cracked up to be.
ReplyDeleteBe well.
Yer right... and I'm STILL waiting for that wisdom thing to hit, too. ;-)
DeleteI've heard wisdom is attributed to those who remain mostly silent
Delete@IT: Yup. That ol' saw about people thinkin' yer stoopid and opening yer mouth to CONFIRM the fact holds true.
Delete"...we're about to go on full-time oxygen for our COPD"
ReplyDeleteWell, cripes, how'd I miss that?
Is someone gonna deliver?
Or will ya have to go pick up?
As you might guess, I know very little about COPD, though I've been told I have chronic bronchitis (probably because I smoked for over 50 years)
The days of towing oxygen bottles behind you wherever you go are passed. These days you have a small machine... slightly larger than a six-pack... that you sling over yer shoulder. Yay, technology!
DeleteI smoked for about 50 years, too... about a pack and a half a day... which is the source of my self-inflicted wound.
Sorry to learn about the COPD. That sucks.
DeleteThanks, Curt.
DeleteWell damn Buck. Just - damn.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kris.
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