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Five and a Half Weeks

April 29th was the day I entered ER in Santa Fe, New Mexico. They kept me overnight and discharged me around 2 pm the next day. We got three canisters of oxygen and started our way back to Chicago. Altitude sickness was the final diagnosis, and it would be fixed by taking oxygen until we got back to lower elevations. That took a day, but we did it in Amarillo, Texas, which sits at 3600 feet. The oxygen lasted until Chicago and home.

Five and a half weeks later this has occurred: one visit to the cardiologist who said I was fine; three tests by the pulmonologist team and a session with the pulmonologist who declared me OK as long as my travel concentrator was replaced and I had oxygen tanks in the meantime; and at long last, Linmark came and took away the failed concentrator and replaced it temporarily with six tanks of oxygen. He reported the replacement machine will take five to 12 weeks to receive.

Swell. Just swell.

Meanwhile I am doing well. Oxygen levels seem steady at our low elevation of 721 feet and mild exercise. So, I am good. I just think it is criminal that Linmark took so long to respond. I did complain to their national headquarters and that did get things moving within 24 hours. The pulmonologist team is working with them as well so we should be OK in 12 weeks or less.

I don’t know about you, but I think of myself as a patient, not a customer. What else would I be? I’m depending on Linmark for medical supplies and equipment to keep me healthy. If they don’t perform, I won’t be around to complain. That’s a crucial difference between customer and patient, I think.

Other than that, I’m good to go and happy about it.

June 17, 2026

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