CHAPTER THREE
“God, I hate this thing,” Samuel grumbled.
“Now, now, Mr. Norton, you need to wear this. I know it’s not very comfortable at first, but you need to wear this, every night. You’ll get used to it and then you’ll start sleeping much better,” the home health care nurse told him patiently.
To say that seventy-six-year old Samuel Norton was cantankerous was an extreme understatement. The retired heavy machinery operator had always been a handful for those around him. Now, with sleep apnea and advanced emphysema from a lifetime of smoking, his world consisted of being tethered to an oxygen bottle during the day, and beginning today, a CPAP humidifier combination at night.
He barely tolerated the oxygen canister as it was. This new addition had him mad as hell.
“One day. ONE. Wi
