That's what I say every time I start feeling sorry for myself. Sounds like both of my esteemed colleagues are in worse shape than I am, at least heart wise. I don't know about my shortness of breath issue. I always figured that was connected to that bout with rheumatic fever that I had as a kid, but now I'm not so sure. They said they fixed my heart issue when I was in the hospital last summer, but my breath is still as short as it ever was. I am sucking on my nebulizer as we speak, and I have purchased a portable oxygen concentrator, but I can't seem to find the time to get into a reliable routine with either one of them. That's why we are looking into assisted living. If we could get someone to pick up some of our household chores, it might free us up to spend more time on our health therapy regimes.
Meanwhile, as Red Green used to say, "Remember, I'm pulling for you. We're all in this together."
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