A cough in time....

I'm one of those guys that always say, it could be worse, look at that person.

Yesterday, 2 women had oxygen bottles in the waiting area,

the waiting room of Pulmonologist Dr. WERNER.

When I saw the 2nd one I got a little emotional.

Maybe my eyes got watery.

During the conversation with the dr...I interupted and got a little emotional again and with a breaking voice asked if I was going to end up like them WITH THE OXYGEN BOTTLE.

My eyes are tearing now as I type this.

I really thought he would put his glasses down and say yes.

The visions of Boppie (my deceased bro) with the bottle on his back under his jacket walking around his neighborhood trying to survive flashed by my mind.

But he looked up from the paperwork, and said I see no reason for that.

Thank God, it won't be me.

Just a side laugh at least for Karolyn & me.

I said my body parts are in a race.

My heart, my throat (Barretts desease) and my lungs are racing to see who will get the credit on the death certificate.

We laughed and Jolly said Don't forget your diverticulitis......she said Mr. Asshole might win.

We laughed and laughed.

Maybe its an inside joke.