On 7/17/2010 4:29 PM, David Bircumshaw wrote:
> Yesterday I had confirmation that I have COPD (chronic obstructive pulmonary
> disease) so today I forsook Leicester, which lies in a kind of depressed
> bowl, at the bottom of a Gallowtree Hill (the locals never use the name)
> for a gentle stroll with one of my growing collection of walking sticks in
> the clear and breathable air alongside that modest river the Welland in
> Stamford's meadows, which led to a little wood where I found an old and
> nameless to me tree and a huge bole where I perched like a child in the arms
> of time.
>
Sometimes I fear we all are thinking alike. I spent last night in a
local hospital wired and taped to machinery to detect sleep apnea and
other possible disturbances of the wind apparatus. I recalled the other
day that my father, dead these 56 years. used to sound like a soundtrack
for a Wisconsin lumber yard; and that my wife of recent vintage used to
kick me out of bed because the alleged snoring was driving her bonkers.
Sucks to your asthmar, as they said long ago. I will find out all about
CPAP apparatus in under a week. In the meantime my cat does not complain
because he snores too and he is smart enough not to annoy the human who
feeds him.
ken
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