Dammit! I wanted to be gruntled. I needed a ray of sunshine Wednesday night, let me tell you — I had a worse night and day than I did Monday. My oxygen converter bit the big one last night, and it took all of 9½ hours to get it replaced while I used my portable, which delivers about a third of the usual dosage of O2. The portable is great for going to the store or whatever... and usually it would be fine, but the deal started at 11 p.m. Tuesday and the replacement didn’t arrive til 10:30 Wednesday morning.
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