Not the Right Forum, bt, I don't Know where to put it.

Best of luck with your sale; I can only imagine the frustration that goes along with it. Perhaps you’ll get a nice pile of cash that you can use for something that will put a smile on your face.

I only wish that the commute to Texas was possible for me!

-- Henry Mowry, Santa Clarita, CA, http://www.MowryJournal.com

Dallas, I am sad for you, buddy. Hope you can find a portion that you can still do and find some pleasure in doing. I hope you do well on your sale. When you can’t be strong, lean on God. He will carry you.

-- God bless, Candy

I am sorry to hear this, Dallas. I’m sorry to hear it from any woodworker. I hope that it all will work out well and that it will go towards helping you. I also agree with Candy’s and Henry’s comments. God Bless.

helluvawreck aka Charles
http://woodworkingexpo.wordpress.com

-- helluvawreck aka Charles, http://woodworkingexpo.wordpress.com

Sorry to hear that. Best of luck to you.

-- Bondo Gaposis

Thanks all, but, seriously I might work in the shop for an hour per week, sometimes less. Then I spend about 10 hours on my oxygen machine.
THAT is how much I have loved wood working, my electronics work, and my music work. When that is all taken from me it doesn’t leave me much to look forward to when I get up in the morning, (Or at 02:00 like usual).

I am afraid that once all of this is gone, it won’t be long before I am also.

-- Improvise.... Adapt...... Overcome!

Dallas I hope we can still rely on your input and your advice like always.

-- Ken from Ontario, Canada

Thanks Ken, I don’t know what I will do other than this and checking Facebook every few minutes. Maybe check out porn sites like Wood Gears and Hobbit House.

I may keep a couple of small planes and some hand tools and hand power tools, just so I can play around once in awhile.

Am I angry, confused, lost, disgusted and whining? Yep, you bet.

As for posting, I know that I’m not one of the popular folk here that say nice things and stroke the fur.
I am a 60 year old curmudgeon and all my life I have no wish to sugar coat when someone does something stupid. I don’t rub it in, but I do expect a person to acknowledge when they are at fault.

Oh, and as an aside, I am not afraid of dying. I am afraid of the pain of dying.
With this little problem there are a number of ways the end could come, most aren’t pleasant.

-- Improvise.... Adapt...... Overcome!

Mr. Dallas, I’m sorry to hear this news Sir.:( I have learned a great deal from you & your posts, as from reading them, you & I have a few things other than woodworking in common, brother. I fully understand how you feel, & understand your pain. You are in my thoughts & prayers my friend. I hope you’ll continue to post regularly.

-- Sawdust703

Dallas,

As a sufferer of extreme COPD I have some idea of what you might be going through. I spend a lot of quality time on oxygen myself: hate it, but it does help.

As far as dying, heck, nothing to it: it’s the living that’s hard. Don’t give up, Dallas. I for one would miss your posts, as I’m sure would many others.

If it gets to the point where all you can do is piddle around with a few hand tools, then do so. Creativity doesn’t depend on a machine, it’s in the mind. Simple hand tools will do just fine.

I would offer to help, but I don’t know what I can do. I spend way too much time in the VA hospital myself.

Sorry for what you’re going through, bud. Hang in there.

-- Mistakes are what pave the road to perfection

Sorry to hear Dallas, I hope your sells go well.

-- Randy - If I'm not on LJ's then I'm making Saw Dust. Please feel free to visit my store location at http://www.facebook.com/randy.blackstock.custom.wood.designs

That is a bummer Dallas. I do hope the sale goes well for you. I’ll ditto what Candy said

-- Roger from KY. Work/Play/Travel Safe. Keep your dust collector fed. [email protected]

I tank you all for the nice comments.
I plan on using anything we make from sales to see if I can fix up the wife’s old Ford Taurus.
It’s a 2004 and is at 110,000 miles. It needs new struts, a 4 wheel alignment, a major tune up and at the very least rear brakes.
6 years ago I would have done all the work myself, but now I can’t even walk to the car with out a 10 minute rest.

She doesn’t care for life in Texas, she is a North Carolina girl and wants to go back, but is staying with me until I am not a problem anymore.

I have decided to keep most of my musical equipment and at least sit in the bedroom an look at it every so often.
I might even keep some of my electronics equipment and an analog oscilloscope so I can build little cutsey electronics items and give them as gifts or sell them.

My Breathing problem kind of mimics COPD, but I have stage three congestive heart failure. The left valve in my heart is so damaged, (probably from my rough and tumble life and rowdy women), that it can no longer send blood efficiently to the right side, so the right side can’t send enough blood to the lungs and the lungs can’t oxygenate the blood for the rest of the body.
This causes oxygen starvation for the muscles, kidneys, liver, along with a few other problems. Renal Failure is no fun, inability to urinate is no fun. Stroke is no fun, massive heart failure is no fun.

When I went into hospital the first time, I had so little oxygen in my blood that I had no pain, didn’t know I couldn’t breathe, was happy as a clam in the sand, I didn’t even care when the ER team stripped me and left me laying on the table with all the goodies hanging out.
They told me I was so far gone that they had to give me 2 units of blood, ‘pushed’, whatever that means, and put me on pure oxygen for 24 hours.

-- Improvise.... Adapt...... Overcome!

Dallas, I would guess that “pushed” means they dumped it in as fast as they could. Think of your red blood cells as cargo vans that carry oxygen. Even though all of your cargo vans were full and making deliveries (although, some were stuck in traffic), you were missing a goodly portion of your fleet!
I am glad to hear you are keeping some things that bring you pleasure. Keep in touch.

-- God bless, Candy

Thanks, Candy, just to extrapolate from your analogy are you saying that the hemoglobin vans carry gas and they haven’t got a full load?

If that is the case, you would be the first woman I ever heard of who didn’t think a man had too much gas! Bwahahahahahahaha!

Or, maybe what you are saying is something I’ve heard before….. I’m not dealing with a full load, kind of like being three fries short of a Happy Meal or not being the sharpest blade for the Jig saw.

-- Improvise.... Adapt...... Overcome!

Sad news brother! Our war never ended did it? Agent Orange is a lifetime battle and even our offspring can suffer the effects. I know about not being able to walk out to the car without stopping to gasp for air. I have been there for years. 45 years after I left Viet Nam and the the fight goes on every day. You are and have been in my prayers since I first began reading your posts. I just wish that I could get to Texas and visit with you, but Candy ( who has never told me that didn’t have too much gas.) works 12 hour shifts and my Docs say I can’t travel more than 50 miles without her. Yep, she is my ball and chain.
When it gets too difficult to get up and move around I do color by number type of art. It’s so damned ugly one would think that Picaso did it. Yeah like, that is not a tree, it is a horse. I am so good that I can make a hamburger look like a buzzard.
By the way, I was with the 9th div at Ft Lewis from 72 – 74. B 2/77 Armor Platoon Sgt. M60-A1 tanks. I retrained for the Nursing in 1983 and worked surgery and the ER until I retarded in 1993.
Well I gotta go and eat so I can take a truck load of the VAs meds. Would you believe 17 different ones for breakfast?

-- Still trying to master kindling making