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I've noticed lately that people who are starved for oxygen tend to
more than somewhat impatient.
Thus it was that when I found myself flopping around like a flounder
the floor of the Nashville VA Med Center, I finally caved in and gave
It's been a good run...I been smoking since before I could write the
alphabet, never had a moment of ill effect from it. Until, apparently,
just before I went to France back in August. That's how long I've
walking around ill, the docs say. What I've taken to be a series of
bad colds has in fact been rockin' pneumonia, and not the boogie-woogie
flu after all.
It's been about three weeks since I got my diagnosis...I know because
have just finished the last antibiotic tablet, the ones that make
throw up two hours after I take them.
But the x-rays don't lie: "flattened diaphragm shadow and hyper-inflation
consistent with COPD". Now I'm a medical acronym: Chronic Obstructive
Pulmonary Disease. It can only get worse. I also have the beginnings
that most disgusting lung ailment emphysema. I remember its
characteristics from my x-ray tech days. Some of my alveoli, the little
sacs in the lungs across whose membrane good air passes into the
bloodstream and bad air back out, have gotten hyper-inflated and lost
their elasticity, so that now they remain filled with dead air from,
knows? 1976 or sometime, never to function again, never to recover.
is very sad.
And I looked so insouciant
and jaunty with my ciggies, and debonair, too.
"Debonair". Means "of good air." Ironic, ne
This was the first morning
since I quit smoking that I didn't think of
lighting up first thing I woke up. In fact it wasn't until I was
standing at the corner waiting to meet my granddaughter Roos that
idea of having a ciggie occurred to me.
Hope the holiday season
finds you and yours well. You'll probably get a
Christmas card late from us this year. But you'll get one. It's
nifty, printed in China, and "Season" is mis-spelled.
All the best