I urge you all ....................... to use dust extraction and face masks.
You may think "what the hell is he on about now?", well I'll tell you.
This is one of the very very rare occasions where I will talk about my private life.
We, myself and my family, are watching my mother slowly dying from Fibrosing Alveolitis . It's a thickening of the walls of the air sacs in the lungs, causing a shortness of breath.
Here's a link:-http://www.aviva.co.uk/health-insurance/home-of-health/medical-centre/medical-encyclopedia/entry/fibrosing-alveolitis/
We are in the third year of my mothers suffering. Since the start of the year she has been admitted to hospital three times, the first in May and the most recent was a few weeks ago. She came home Friday.
This latest stay was via a full "blues and twos" run in an ambulance, fearing she had suffered a heart attack. She didn't have a heart attack but a chronic chest infection was diagnosed. The fifth or sixth of the year.
Mum has had so many antibiotics the national supply has got to be running low. I'm getting fed up hearing she's now on this or that pill/drug/medicine, god only knows how she feels. Me, I want action, I want my mum back.
So why have I decided on making this post?
My mum has never worked in industry, neither has she worked in the building game. Most people might think mum has had an easy life with not needing to work, being a housewife and mother kept her busy enough.
We expose ourselves to all of the things my mum has avoided, all of the things that most would consider the cause of chest and respiratory disease.
Mum has been on oxygen since the end of May. The dose was set at 2 Lpm (litres per minute), whilst she was moving about this could be raised up to 2.5 Lpm.
This was supposed to be for up to 16 hours a day.
That didn't last long, it's been a constant 24 hrs a day since the middle of June.
In hospital they set it at 6 Lpm until they got the infection under control and now she's home it's back down to 3 Lpm, with her confined to a chair or bed.
Still not seeing what I'm getting at?
Well I'll tell you a little something else about good old n0legs. I ain't been scared of anything since I was six years old, but I'm terrified of losing my mum.
And in recent times I've been getting worried about what I've been breathing in over the years.
I try and work safe, I have a dust extractor and I wear dust masks. There's a 6 inch extractor fan in the wall of my shed that's on more than it's off these days.
I'm on a self imposed program of improving my set up. I spent time Friday and Saturday getting the extraction to work with my thicknesser and I've bought longer hose so all of the tools can be connected eventually. The table saw and router table are next, they already have connections but they need to be better.
I'm not looking for sympathy, we all have our own problems, it wasn't the purpose of this post. I've decided to open up a little to hopefully get everyone thinking.
Watching what my mum is going through, the pain, the lifestyle limiting conditions, the hassles of doctors and hospital appointments, etc, etc, has made me think. I won't mention the unmentionable.
Do I chuck in this hobby I so enjoy, or do I make changes?
I'm going to start with some changes to the way I do this first, I'll see how I get on.
Thanks for reading.
You may think "what the hell is he on about now?", well I'll tell you.
This is one of the very very rare occasions where I will talk about my private life.
We, myself and my family, are watching my mother slowly dying from Fibrosing Alveolitis . It's a thickening of the walls of the air sacs in the lungs, causing a shortness of breath.
Here's a link:-http://www.aviva.co.uk/health-insurance/home-of-health/medical-centre/medical-encyclopedia/entry/fibrosing-alveolitis/
We are in the third year of my mothers suffering. Since the start of the year she has been admitted to hospital three times, the first in May and the most recent was a few weeks ago. She came home Friday.
This latest stay was via a full "blues and twos" run in an ambulance, fearing she had suffered a heart attack. She didn't have a heart attack but a chronic chest infection was diagnosed. The fifth or sixth of the year.
Mum has had so many antibiotics the national supply has got to be running low. I'm getting fed up hearing she's now on this or that pill/drug/medicine, god only knows how she feels. Me, I want action, I want my mum back.
So why have I decided on making this post?
My mum has never worked in industry, neither has she worked in the building game. Most people might think mum has had an easy life with not needing to work, being a housewife and mother kept her busy enough.
We expose ourselves to all of the things my mum has avoided, all of the things that most would consider the cause of chest and respiratory disease.
Mum has been on oxygen since the end of May. The dose was set at 2 Lpm (litres per minute), whilst she was moving about this could be raised up to 2.5 Lpm.
This was supposed to be for up to 16 hours a day.
That didn't last long, it's been a constant 24 hrs a day since the middle of June.
In hospital they set it at 6 Lpm until they got the infection under control and now she's home it's back down to 3 Lpm, with her confined to a chair or bed.
Still not seeing what I'm getting at?
Well I'll tell you a little something else about good old n0legs. I ain't been scared of anything since I was six years old, but I'm terrified of losing my mum.
And in recent times I've been getting worried about what I've been breathing in over the years.
I try and work safe, I have a dust extractor and I wear dust masks. There's a 6 inch extractor fan in the wall of my shed that's on more than it's off these days.
I'm on a self imposed program of improving my set up. I spent time Friday and Saturday getting the extraction to work with my thicknesser and I've bought longer hose so all of the tools can be connected eventually. The table saw and router table are next, they already have connections but they need to be better.
I'm not looking for sympathy, we all have our own problems, it wasn't the purpose of this post. I've decided to open up a little to hopefully get everyone thinking.
Watching what my mum is going through, the pain, the lifestyle limiting conditions, the hassles of doctors and hospital appointments, etc, etc, has made me think. I won't mention the unmentionable.
Do I chuck in this hobby I so enjoy, or do I make changes?
I'm going to start with some changes to the way I do this first, I'll see how I get on.
Thanks for reading.