The weirdness of illness

I went to the grocery store last weekend with my oxygen concentrator. It's on a cute little cart, but I put it in the shopping cart so that I wouldn't be trying to drag around two things at the same time. The oxygen boost really made a difference in the way that I shopped... I didn't get exhausted, or winded, or any of those things that made shopping such a drag before.

However, the folks in the store were sort of a hoot. I guess when you present with a cannula on your face, they assume that you must be sorely crippled or some such. People kept trying to be helpful, and the girl at the checkout counter asked me three times if I needed help with my bags. I thanked her and assured her I was fine. But she kept insisting. Finally, I just walked away slowly...

One of the things about the oxygen is that it dries out the inside of your nose a bit, but it is unadviseable to use petroleum products near oxygen. So they suggest using KY jelly.

Let's take stock here; I'm taking six Viagra a day, and I'm shoving KY in my nose. Is this the kinkiest thing I've ever done, or what?