Sorry to hear about all the medical trouble that Uncle Ken is having. What else can I say? The medical people I have been dealing with have been much more willing to share the results of all the tests and procedures that I have been going through the last few years. If anything, I have frequently suspected that they were overstating my problems, but time has proven that they were mostly right after all.
They tried to put me on oxygen years ago, but I just couldn't see myself dragging those tanks around. Turns out there is indeed a better way. It's called an oxygen concentrator. It's a portable machine that takes in atmospheric air and strips the nitrogen out of it, delivering a high concentration of oxygen to your nose through a rubber hose. It's not as intrusive as it sounds. It would be easy to forget that I'm wearing it except that my wife tells me when I've had enough. She says it makes me talk like a machine gun, but I have been accused of that all my life, although, come to think of it, not lately. Maybe this means I am getting back to my own self after all these years. One can only hope.
I have bought one of those DVD/CD players that Old Dog told me about, but I haven't had the chance to try it out yet. I could be doing it now, but then I wouldn't be writing this post. Maybe tomorrow.
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