Hey! My husband can be the same. But then he says I'm mumbling; it's not his hearing. I tell him he reminds me of an old man in a hat, like those little old men you see driving. Sometimes it makes him laugh, sometimes not. It makes me laugh, though, and laughing is good. I couldn't be without all the inhalers, or the O2. It's just a fact of life. People who fight it don't win that battle. Plus, it's so much more comfortable, and I can function so much better with all my stuff, I don't give it a thought.
Once, about a year ago, I was at the eye doctor's, picking out frames, when a lady came in with her little boy, about five or six. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him whispering to his mom about my oxygen.
I stepped up and said, "It's just like your glasses. They help you see better. This oxygen helps me breathe better."
The little boy looked at his mom, she nodded, and the awkwardness was gone.
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Hope today is an easy-breathing day for you!