I’m not exactly sure what a snoring rhinoceros sounds like, but I think I have a pretty good idea.
If I really did live with a rhinoceros, at least I could solve it by sewing a pocket on the back of his pajama top and putting a tennis ball into it . Then, the rhinoceros would not sleep on his back, and the snoring wouldn’t’ be so bad.
But, the sound of the snoring rhinoceros comes from a contraption in my house called an “oxygen concentrator”.
My silly lungs can’t process oxygen out of the air any more. They stopped last year. So I need to be attached to this snoring rhinoceros that keeps me alive. Day in, day out, snore snore snore.
I can’t get more than 50 feet away from it, even if I had the energy, because we are attached by a hose. I have a “portable” (the size of an upright vacuum cleaner) oxygen tank for when I feel well enough to leave the house, but that isn’t very often.
Anyway, maneuvering that fifty foot hose with me everywhere I go through the house is not fun, especially when living with a little doggie that has to be the center of every activity.
Princess Cujo also apparently wants to kill me and marry my husband. She always gets tangled up in my cord and tries to trip me. I love Lily, her real name, but she is a problem child.
God gave her to us to take care of her in her geriatric years two years ago. Poor little thing is deaf and mostly blind, and very old, very nosy, and has to me in the middle of anything “interesting” that happens … even walking to the bathroom. She gets away with everything because we feel sorry for her because she is so pitiful. When she dies, I will have plenty of time to walk through the house without tripping.
Back to the oxygen hose. Anyway, it goes from the contraption, through the house, and up both my nostrils. I have to wear it 24 hours a day, and it’s even more uncomfortable than the headgear I used to have with my braces.
Just as a comparison, get two pencils and ram them up your nose. Now, put your head on a pillow and pretend to sleep. Comfy? Not on your life.
Sometimes I just need to gripe a little bit in order to feel better. Thanks for being there. I feel fine now…