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Sometime in the near future, somewhere in the L.A. area, a child walking at his mother's side will ask the following question:
"Mommy, mommy; why's that black man with the bald head foaming at the mouth and biting the edges of stop signs?"
Her response?
"Oh, it's nothing unusual, dear. He's just dealing with quitting smoking cold-turkey."
After the pack of dime-store cigars I have now is gone, I'll buy no more.
Waking up suddenly in the pre-dawn hours gasping and struggling for breath is not a pleasant experience, boys and girls. While I think this morning's scare was just an extreme manifestation of the general sleep apnea that's plagued me for years, it was a wake-up call I can't ignore. I can't imagine having an attack like that last not just for a few terrifying seconds, but instead for months or years at a time because of self-inflicted chronic illness. I don't want to write that fate for myself. I'd rather bite stop signs.
Wish me luck, folks.
"Mommy, mommy; why's that black man with the bald head foaming at the mouth and biting the edges of stop signs?"
Her response?
"Oh, it's nothing unusual, dear. He's just dealing with quitting smoking cold-turkey."
After the pack of dime-store cigars I have now is gone, I'll buy no more.
Waking up suddenly in the pre-dawn hours gasping and struggling for breath is not a pleasant experience, boys and girls. While I think this morning's scare was just an extreme manifestation of the general sleep apnea that's plagued me for years, it was a wake-up call I can't ignore. I can't imagine having an attack like that last not just for a few terrifying seconds, but instead for months or years at a time because of self-inflicted chronic illness. I don't want to write that fate for myself. I'd rather bite stop signs.
Wish me luck, folks.