A Tale of Two Ceilings

Ceilings torment me.  I can recall the day that the doctors entered my hospital room and coldly announced that I'd never walk again.  After they departed, I was left alone with my thoughts.  Laying on my back I found myself staring at the ceiling.  So as to not dwell on the depressing news, I started counting the random perforations in the ceiling tiles.  When I lost count, I'd start again, and again....  That little act of insanity was keeping me sane.

So I slowly recovered and made progress but never recovered the ability to walk.  I could still stand if braced and supported, but that ability only goes so far.  I remain a prisoner of my wheelchair.

In the subsequent years I accomplished a great number of tasks which I was told I would be beyond my ability.  Still so many more were out of reach for my world was now within a "bubble" where I could independently go only so far left or right, forward and back and up or down.  As a proudly independent person, that loss was the most devastating of all.

Having moved to a new house several years ago, I decided to redecorate.  While I did paint the walls and most of the ceiling, I wasn't able to get close to the light fixture with the paint-roller (on an extender).  No matter, I would get it when the light fixture was exchanged for another.

My friends and family always offer help but it is on their timetable.  I'm impatient and want to accomplish tasks immediately when I see them calling out for service.  "We'll do that later," "not now," or "leave that for another time" annoys me for I found out long ago that if something is out of sight, it is also out of mind.  Another time may never come.  Repeated pleas for help often are deferred and chores remain undone.

I am too proud to beg; repeated requests become "badgering"; I have never ordered anyone to do anything, and so I remain quietly frustrated with my own lack of ability to complete tasks which were so easy to accomplish a number of years ago.  I now wait and wait for charitable service when that someone's mind remembers and the their body is willing.

So now I lay in my new room--freshly painted some three years ago, and stare at a different ceiling.  There was no time allowed for me to finish painting the small area beneath the previous light fixture.  "We'll do that later."  I was grateful that my friend exchanged one light for another--his dirty hand-print on the white ceiling reminds me daily of the help he extended.

 

 Arrows point to hand print smudge and beige halo around light fixture.

Nightly, I look at that beige halo on a white ceiling which encircles my light and find it a reminder of my inability to accomplish so many of even the most simplest tasks.  I doubt it will ever be painted in my lifetime.  How can such a small thing be so devastatingly depressing?

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CPAP Cleaners - Marketing 101

 

While sleep disorders such as sleep apnea are not a "disability", but rather a condition or an affliction, or what have you--I thought I'd add my two-cents worth regarding the unnecessary hefty expense ($$$) of a CPAP cleaner on your wallet or the generosity of your insurance plan.  As of late, several brands have been forcefully marketed via television commercials.

Marketing 101: Increasing Sales: Make people afraid of something, then sell them an item or service which you insist will alleviate their fears.  This sales technique also works well in politics.

As a former microbiology laboratory technologist, I watched fellow Canadian William Shatner hawk a CPAP cleaner on television.  A good money-making opportunity is never lost on competitors and imitators.  Soon rivals began to promote their version of the expensive and unnecessary item.

What is a CPAP?  It stands for Continuous Positive Airway Pressure and is a device which supplies air under increased pressure, theoretically keeping organs of the throat from collapsing and blocking the airway.  When this occurs, the person may stop breathing for a number of seconds leading to oxygen derivation which, as you can imagine, may have serious consequences.  By gently blowing air down the nose and windpipe, most commonly via a mask which the user wears, the airway is kept open and theoretically results in a healthier and more restful sleep.  Surgery is another remedy but understandably it is less popular than strapping on a CPAP mask at night.

 Why do I claim it is unnecessary?  Think about it logically.  What is the source of the air the CPAP uses to blow down your windpipe?  It uses the same household air which you breath all day long before donning your mask.  Most CPAP units, if not all, have a pre-filter which cleans the dust, pollen and other particulates fro the air prior to sending it through a hose to the mask under the increased pressure.  While this is not a HEPA (High-Efficiency Particulate Air) filter which would filter out bacteria and viruses, it serves to make the air somewhat cleaner than that which you breath daily.

Most CPAP cleaners have a water reservoir which when filled with sterile distilled water, moistens the air so as to not dry out the users upper respiratory tract during operation.  Water condensate may be present in the hose after use, however, this vapor condensate is a poor medium to nourish the small amount of non-pathogenic environmental bacteria which may have made it pas the filter.  Remember, these are the same environmental bacteria which you encounter in you home on a daily basis, regardless of the amount of cleaning and scrubbing you perform.

When I first watched the television commercial for a leading brand of cleaner, I almost doubled-over in laughter watching the dramatization of a fellow vigorously shoving some sort of pipe-cleaner repeatedly down the hose in an attempt to scrub it clean.  I swear he appeared to be raising a sweat as his elbow pumped repeatedly like a piston in a revving engine.  If your CPAP tub is so soiled--if your CPAP tub is filled with fecal coliforms, then perhaps you're strapping the mask over the wrong orifice and you should re-read your manual!

"If your CPAP tube is so soiled--if your CPAP tube is filled with fecal coliforms, then perhaps you're strapping the mask over the wrong orifice..."

As a microbiologist, I cultured the entire inside length of several CPAP tubes* after weekly use and found very low numbers of common environmental "dust" bacteria such as several Bacillus species as well as Staphylococcus epidermidis and related non-pathogenic Staph species.  The face mask proved to have similar non-invasive common skin bacteria such as Corynebacterium species and Streptococcus viridans.  Unless severely immunocompromised, these should not be a cause for concern for the user.  Those are the same bacteria you commonly find in your home and in your nose and on your face.

However, some diseases such as Cystic Fibrosis result in the colonization of more hardy bacteria such as mucoid strains of Pseudomonas aeruginosa or coliforms such as Klebsiella pneumoniae.  If afflicted with CF and a CPAP is recommended by your physician, more frequent and thorough cleaning of the unit may be warranted.  Again, the commercial cleaners will probably not be up to the task.  Link: CPAP information for those with Cystic Fibrosis.

How to Clean your CPAP Hose & Mask:

Submerse the hose in a bowl full of soapy water and allow the solution to touch all surfaces as it runs through the interior.  The same soapy solution (dish detergent, or better yet, a hypoallergenic skin wash) can be applied with a damp washcloth to the face mask nightly before use or even once a week if your ambition so dictates.  Rinse all with clean water afterwards.

Too hard to periodically rinse with a soapy solution?  The leading CPAP cleaning unit sells for $399 dollars Canadian ($295 U.S.).  However, the drain on your wallet doesn't end there.  It is recommended that every six months, the user replace the Cartridge Filter Kit which retails for $40 Cnd.

So, how does the CPAP cleaner claim to clean the CPAP unit?  It exposes the surgacesto what it calls "activated oxygen" which is in fact, ozone.  While ozone does have antibacterial properties, the FDA claims commercial CPAP cleaners cannot achieve the level of ozone necessary to effectively kill the bacteria.

Apart from not being effective,, the odour of ozone may be retained by the hose/mask and must be flushed from the unit by those who find it offensive.

Other manufacturers use ultra-violet light (U.V.) as a source of sterilization.  U.V. light may be adequate for surface sterilization, however, it has poor penetrating properties and organisms must be exposed to the source for an appropriate length of time to be bactericidal.

In their own words, the FDA reported that devices claiming to clean, disinfect or sanitize CPAP devices or accessories (such as masks, tubing, headgear) using ozone gas or U.V. light are not legally marketed for this use by the FDA in the U.S. According the the FDA, it is unknown if these CPAP cleaners are safe and effective.

I am not a doctor and am not recommending any particular action.  It is up to the user to decide what they are willing to do or to spend in order to feel safe.  I simply wish to share my microbiological experience with CPAP units.

Any commercial broadcast on TV, seen in print or found on the internet, can be broken down and explained in ten words: "Send me your money and your life will be better."

*I no longer have possession of my study and won't further bore the reader with recalled specifics.

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Chair Etiquette

Where were you raised?  Pick-up after yourself.  Put it back when you're done!  All common pleas from frustrated parents, particularly exasperated mothers.  By the time you reach adulthood you should have learned a few lessons--neatness and orderliness among them.

While enjoying a cup of morning coffee under this morning's sunrise, a good friend dropped by to join my on the patio.  Pulling a chair from under the patio table, he planted himself firmly before enlightening me to the recent events which had transpired in his semi-quarantined life.

Our chit-chat slowly tapered off until exhausted.  Screech...the chair pushed back and turned askew as my dear friend rose to continue his day.  And there the chair remained--where his posterior had deposited it--nowhere near the table from whence it came.

I was reminded of the daily battles I fought with lunch-room chairs at my workplace before my retirement.

The fact that I was disabled could not have escaped others present--imbibing on their morning cup of java or chowing down on the meager cafeteria offerings.

As a group from one department or another rose in unison to return to their daily travail--their chairs pushed out in a row askew--facing this way or that, some further some nearer.  Deposited like mines in the channel, they sat in wait of my attempt to sail my wheelchair through the course their recent occupants had laid.

My colleagues were no better.  They stood likewise and with nary a look back at what was preventing my motorized butt from keeping up.  They just danced they're serpentine do-si-do dance, weaving in an around the chairs as they made for the dance-hall exit.

As I approached each abandoned chair I had to stop, reach out with both hands to lift and shove the chrome and fabric monstrosities from my path and return them one by one to the table to which they belonged.  With order in my universe thus restored they could now be photographed for display in an Amazon sales ad and I could be on my way.

People, when you finish your lunch, don't leave your mess on the table for others to deal with.  Deposit it in the refuse receptacle provided.  Mothers using the drop-down baby change tables in public washrooms--return the table to the folded upright position so that it does not block by entry to the washroom.  Unless disabled, don't park in disabled parking spots (laziness is not a valid disability!)  And please people, put your chair back from where you got it even if there are no disabled persons in your workplace.  It is just common courtesy and do your mother proud.

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Lost & Found

About one year after receiving the Quantum Edge power wheelchair, I can say that I'm quite pleased with the model.  It is certainly a vast improvement over the disastrous Permobil M300 which was in-operational more often than not.

Plastic!  I am no fan of plastic.  Oh, it's a fine product but is used in the wrong place--as a wrong material, perhaps 90% of the time.  Why?  Because it is cheap--yet the savings are not pass onto the consumer but are hoarded by the manufacturer and/or vendor.  Overall, plastic is less durable over time, immediately more fragile and subject to ultra-violet (sunlight) deterioration than comparable light-weight metals--just to name a few properties.

Wheelchair manufacturers use plastic over light-weight metals now more than ever citing cost and weight as justification.  I believe profit is the only motivating factor.

Several months ago, I pulled up to my bedside with the intent to transfer.  As the power-chair approached, the left front caster arm grazed the metal bed frame which just happened to be at the appropriate height to pop the plastic cap to the caster pillar like a bottle-opener to a bottle cap.  Off it flew.  I could hear it pop but I could not tell to where it flew.

So I retrieve a mop and sweep under the bed.  Nothing.  I check the other side of the room--perhaps it rolled in the opposite direction.  Nope.  Under the book case?  Nada.  Ah-ha! I won't get fooled.  It had to have flung back into the wheelchair itself.  I retrieve a flashlight and prod all the nooks and crannies with a narrow ruler.  I can't pick the power-chair up and shake it out.  It doesn't appear to be on the chair or foot rest.  I'm perplexed!

That plastic cap had been attached to the caster pillar or post by friction.  The cap is manufactured with a lip, perhaps one-sixty-fourth of an inch smaller than the diameter of the pillar or post onto which it fits.  The assembler places the cap onto the pillar and with a slap of a closed fist or rubber mallet, drives the cap home.  The trouble is that an equal and opposite force just as easily removes the cap as there are no threads or set-screws to secure it to where it has been placed.

After weeks of scratching my head and wondering where the plastic cap had  gone, I gave up.  Perhaps it now resides with Jimmy Hoffa as the concrete foundation of a high-rise or with Amelia Earhart someplace off the coast of the Howland Islands.  Maybe its with the Amber Room and other lost Nazi plunder.  A black hole may have momentarily opened up in my bedroom and drawn the cap into its singularity, never to be seen again.  But life goes on as house-dust, saw-dust, garden leaves and other life's refuse gathers in the cup to keep the caster's retaining nut company the same as the lint which must accumulate in a vagrant's navel.  The "spontaneous breaking of symmetry" as a quantum physicist may note.  I hate that the left side looks different than the right even more than having use forceps, a vacuum or whatever, to keep the dust and detritus from accumulating.

Now this 2-inch diameter plastic cap might have been manufactured with a thimble-full of molten recycled plastic costing one-one hundredth of a penny for material and labour -- plus shipping and handling, for of course we all know from endless commercials that shipping and handling are extra.  Yet I'm certain should I order a replacement, I would be charged perhaps $25.00 for the opportunity to lose it a second time.

So what happened to that cap?  Over the next few months I would find a curious and unidentifiable dark gray-coloured piece of plastic here or there in my travels.  On four largely separate times, the chair suddenly jolted to a stop with a chair icon flashing on my controller--twice forward twice backward.  I still didn't clue in.  Then I found the major segment which comprised the top of the cap--well chewed as if a salivating puppy had found a new play-toy.

The cap had in fact flown back into some dark crevice in the chair and resided there for some time until through bumps and jostles it worked its was down to some hidden [from me] but exposed drive-gear mechanism where it would be periodically fed to the grinding teeth.

So now the chair grins back at me like some boxer who has lost a tooth.  It mocks me in knowing I was outsmarted by a wheelchair...

Just a few of the pieces of the cap left like bread-crumbs leading me to the answer of what happened to my caster cap.

One can see that the cap which covers the top of the caster is missing on the caster pillar seen at the right of this photo.  It covers a large retaining nut which holds the post around which the caster swivels.  Not just for aesthetics, the cap keeps foreign materials and moisture from the nut so the swiveling action is not impeded.

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Government Scrimping on Wheelchair Seating

When I acquired my latest power wheelchair, the Quantum Q6, I requested a seat cushion, a GeoMatrix model which I had once used on a loner chair (while my Permobil was yet again nonoperational) and had found it fairly comfortable.  The cost of the wheelchair and seating combination was partially subsidized by the government's Assistive Devices Program (ADP).

I also purchased a second seat cushion identical to the one I had been using on the Permobil, a Prism Supreme II.  As the government subsidizes only one seat cushion per applicant, I paid for this one fully with my own funds.

I had found that a periodic change of seating contributes to comfort.  Regardless of the cushion's design or quality, prolonged sitting will inevitably result in discomfort.  One cushion may be superior to another in certain situations  

When I received the cushions I noticed my vendor only supplied one seat cover per cushion whereas when I received my seat cushions for my previous two chairs, they always came with a replacement seat cover.  Asking my vendor about this, they replied that the Assistive Devices Program no longer supplies a second seat cover for the seat cushion provided.  "Why?" I asked.  My vendor shrugged and told me the obvious, "In order to save money."  Unless the wheelchair user claims to be incontinent, which I am not, an alternate seat cover is not provided.

Through ADP, I previously received two seat covers per seat cushion so that the used cover could be swapped out for a fresh cover when the other is sent to the laundry.

From my vendor, I now understand that each cushion comes with only one seat cover.  So when the users seat cover becomes soiled for whatever reason (perspiration, spills, and yes, even accidents), one must transfer to some other surface and remain off the wheelchair for however long it takes for the soiled cover to be laundered.  (What if you do your own laundry at a laundromat?)

What a chintzy way of saving money!

Does one have to prove they urinate or defecate on their seats in order to get a second seat cover to use while the other is laundered.  Do you have to have an "accident" on command, or would a note from your healthcare provider suffice?

I suspect that even the most penurious, down & out homeless person has a second pair of britches they could put on while the first pair take a spin in a laundromat or rainwater barrel.

 

Even those television commercials hawking some product or another shout "But wait!  We'll even throw in this travel pouch to contain your widget, a thirty-dollar value, for free!!!"

There is nothing special about these cloth sacs which should warrant a premium price and therefore what savings could be realized in denying the disabled a second cover?

I'm unaware of other's experiences with seat cushion covers, but my seat covers, two at that, quickly show wear and tear simply form daily usage.  Seams separate, material shreds and zipper's snag.

Something of which I was unaware - ADP does subsidized the replacement of a seat cushion every two years (as opposed to five for wheelchairs).  How long this will continue is uncertain as my vendor revealed that they had heard the government's Assistive Devices Program may be terminated.  I wonder if this is the ultimate cost saving measure?  Would the program be replaced by another, or would the disabled be left high and dry to fend for themselves?  Who among us, even if employed, can afford a $10,00+ power chair every five years or so?  And which wheelchair vendor and repair facility could stay in business if the disabled are no longer able to obtain the mobility devices they need?

I have not confirmed these rumours with ADP itself.

Blake Medical's GeoMatrix seat consists honeycombed gel sheets of select densities.  While the gel itself doesn't breath, the pockets do offer some ventilation particularly when shifting.  A third gel cushion may be inserted for extra weight-bearing capability.  One thing I've noticed is that the gel "pockets" slump forward when going down a steep ramp and offers a sensation that one is sliding off the seat.

My GeoMatrix seat cushion was priced at $621.00 Canadian.

The seat cushion I bought outright (with my own funds) was the Prism Supreme II.  It consists of various density foam blocks, stacked and contoured.

My Prism Supreme II was priced at $459.99 Canadian.

I can buy a full-size living room sofa for the same price.  Somebody must be making a huge profit on these simple items.

I suspect that each cushion has been individually inspected, sat upon and blessed by the Minister of Heath and the prices charged support his/her six-figure salary.

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New Power Wheelchair - My Third

Anyone who has stumbled upon my blog may know of the troubles I encountered with my second powerchair--a Permobil.  Problems with that powerchair began almost immediately after taking posession of it, and continued to where virtually all parts of the chair had been replaced, at least once--well before I was eligible for government support in purchasing a replacement.

Since that time I've heard from numerous owners of a Permobil with similar issues and frustrations.  My personal advice is to stay away from this flawed brand!

My first chair was a Quantum, which ran well for seven years, with only one motor (under warranty) and the joy-stick needing replacement in that time period (not including normal wear on the tires.)  It was repossessed by the ADP government agency on my receipt of the Permobil (something to do with the tilt-seat which I really didn't need in the first place).

The Permobil was a nice looking chair and I was assured by the vendor that it was reliable.  I regretted the choice early on.  The curly-cue sides rails do not permit hanging side pockets for personal items such as keys, etc.  The only plus-side to the design of the Permobil I found was that the motors can be disengaged at the front, by the user, rather than at the rear.  This may be useful if you have some use of your limbs, as I have, to maneuver yourself to a more advantageous location during a breakdown.

A sympathetic friend found a used Quantum 300 powerchair which he offered for my permanent use.  This workhorse freed me from the Permobil nightmare and it continues to work to this day (I did replace both motors after one failed).

On July 12, 2018: having met eligibility for a replacement powerchair, I contacted an Assisted Device Program (ADP) representative at a major local hospital, requesting assessment for a new wheelchair.  I received by e-mail a Microsoft Excel form to fill out with my pertinent information, which then was returned.  This I did and then waited.

August 10, 2018: Not knowing how long these things may take, I waited patiently.  Not having received an update on my submitted request after a month, I again contacted the ADP representative.  She claimed not to have received my e-mailed Excel document.  I suppose I should have asked for a receipt on submission.  I found the original document in my "sent" folder and re-sent the same form which they now received.  (my e-mailed document did not "bounce back".  They must have lost it,)

September 18, 2018: I met with this ADP representative in my home where she assessed my needs and took measurements of my freebie Quantum.  She filed my request with the government agency and we waited for approval.

Late March, 2019: Almost a half-year after my request was filed, I was approved for a new powerchair

April 2, 2019: The initial chair recommended by the ADP agent would simply not meet my requirements.  The vendor who delivered the demonstrator model quickly assessed my situation and proposed another Quantum model.

May 19, 2019: The vendor I had selected delivered a Quantum Q6 model which I found much more to liking and suitable to my needs.  The vendor placed an order with the manufacturer to construct a Q6 to my specifications.

June 11, 2019: The invoice for my Quantum Q6 bears this date and has a listing of the components specifically requested, including seating.

August 22, 2019:  I took possession of the new Quantum Q6.

I found this Quantum model an improvement over my old freebie Quantum, particularly the suspension.  I find it climbs over obstacles much more smoothly.  The demonstrator came with similar curly-cue side-arms.  My model has the more common square frame side supports which Pride (Quantum) supplied with small side bags on each side.

I am keeping my freebie Quantum as I never want to be without motorized wheels again.  Those who have read this blog know I spent the summer of 2017 powerless as I waited another vendor to try twice to resolve my loss of power issues.

I changed vendors as I found the first vendor's office staff somewhat complacent regarding my urgency.  Vendors can only move as fast as the manufacturers offer cooperation.  I don't see why in this age of faxes, e-mails and overnight courier shipping, it takes two weeks to a month to obtain a wheelchair part.  This is in addition to the week's wait before a technician can diagnose the problem and another week for an appointment for the installation of the part.

Enough text.  Here are some photos of the Quantum Q6:

Front View: I requested a foot-rest which folds up underneath the chair.  I can stand and do so frequently during the day.  Also, because I have some use of my legs, I simply lift them up and drive to where I'm going around the house and my property.  The foot-rest would only be employed if I was to travel by a public disability service (taxi or bus).

 

Right Side View: The tubular arm supports form a square frame and you can see a small bag hanging from the middle strut of the arm-rest.  I find this useful for keys, pen; small personal items.

 

Rear View: The rear caster support bar is clean and compact.  Reflectors on the casters.  Motor disengagement toggles are at the rear as in all Quantum models I'm familiar with.  Cables from the controller unit to the motors are exposed and I worry that I may back into something and snag them.  (I'm capable of doing the impossible.)

 

Left Side: Identical to the right side with another small pocket on the sidebar.

 

A photo of the foot support lowered. It is nice, compact and has smooth surfaces so when I stand up and brace against it there is no sharp pressure against my legs.  One problem (arrow) is that the covers to the nuts securing the casters is simply pressure-fitted. My bed frame is at the precise height that it acts as a "bottle opener" and the cap flung off probably as easily as it was punched on.  The cap disappeared into the dark recess of my room, never to be seen again.  Sweeping under the bed with a mop did not recover the cap.  Nor was it thrown back into the nooks and crannies of the chair.  That cap seems to be gone forever.  One of those mysteries like where is Jimmy Hoffa, or Amelia Earhart.

 

One problem I had (with every chair that I owned) was that because I have the ability to stand, I brace against the chair to do so.  The seat pan of every chair is a metal plate about an eighth (or five-sixteenth?) thick.  Even though it is rounded over, the pressure of bracing against it produces cutting discomfort.  My solution was to obtain a thick-walled hose such as that used for washer drainage, easily obtained at a local hardware store such as Home Depot.  The hose is slit using a box cutter or other such item (careful!) and it is slid over the sharp edge.

Here the hose bumper can be seen in place (arrow), protecting the backs of my legs--particularly if in shorts--from the discomfort of bracing.

With warmer weather arriving (the battery won't freeze) I've placed the old Quantum in my garage and hope to use it exclusively outdoors.  I'll transfer from one chair to the other outside and in that way will keep the new one clean if I pull weeds, saw wood or paint.

I still have the Permobil at another site and am not sure what to do with it.  It is a useless "paper-weight" containing many new parts.  In that sense it is too new to scrap but I have no confidence in its continued operation.  Perhaps I can make a nice flower planter out of it.

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Still Alive

Yes, still alive...

I've simply not had the drive to contribute any further personal observations regarding my situation.  As such, any readers who may have stumbled upon this blog site had been saved from having to read my incoherent ramblings and meaningless drivel.

Not that I've gone totally underground.  As frustrating as this disability is - significantly robbing one of their ability to freely move about wherever they may wish and whenever the desire to do so strikes them, life still goes on.

My interests have not changed - only my ability to pursue them to the fullest.

My interest in television had died years ago.  Still I have to thank television--for it was that "idiot box" that persuaded me to increase my consumption of the printed word, primarily books.  I can leisurely tear through three or four books per week.  While many have begun to develop "cabin fever" from their CorVid-19 imposed isolation, my disability has inured me to such isolation while my personal library has, as always, provided pleasure and mental stimulation.

 Home base.

 

 One of my bookshelves between two CD towers.

When the eyes become fatigued from hours upon the printed page, I revert to my music library: classical music, folk, but primarily classic rock.  From the 1950's to the mid-1990's (music after that period died, or like myself, became severely disabled in that it stagnated--in my humble opinion).

My record collection and another CD tower.

45's, 78's and other musical formats reside elsewhere.

Yet my stereo system, like myself, has become somewhat disabled.  My injury occurred during renovations during which I had dismantled my Stereo. Only years later did I resurrect it and to my horror discovered that capacitors had dried out in my Linn Sondek LP-12 turntable's power unit while other maladies plagued other components.  My pricey Denon CD player had developed a digital stutter while a secondary Pioneer player's door refused to open on command and then chomps down on a CD before it can be loaded.  Analogue and even digital home hi-fi repair shops have died off at a rate comparable to 1960's Rock musicians.

 Old and dated, as I am...but I still favour it over an iPod.

I never claimed to have an audiophile system.  The audio-gods would frown upon me and others who don't have gold-plated, cryogenically treated audio-interconnects or Tos-link fiber-optic cables of the shortest length suitable for the purpose.  I have an old "head-banger' stereo from the 1980's with a spaghetti bowl of copper cables - a virtual Gordion knot, which if taken apart (as I did), can never be recreated in any usable fashion.  The secret of its operation has been lost forever.

 Forgive me audio-gods, for I have sinned.  My Gordion knot of interconnects.

Someday, finances permitting, I may want to join that elite group of audiophiles who spin vinyl on $10,000 turntables through equally pricey Class A amplifiers and electrostatic speakers.  Then again, they're spending a fortune just to squeeze the most they can from a $3.00 piece of vinyl.  It makes no sense...nevertheless, I understand.

Then again, I wonder what the Coronavirus and the stock markets are going to do to my pension?

Perhaps this Pandemic is the perfect time to take on such a challenge--to resurrect my system, however I'm certain my wife thinks otherwise.  As an American, she prefers the TV, following the antics playing out in her homeland south of the border.  (I suspect she may have long ago sabotaged my system.)

Soon after I became disabled, I scrupulously cleaned each and every album in my collection.  However, before preserving them in archival-quality record sleeves, I digitized each recording and saved them to two mirrored Fantom terabyte drives.

So, while I don't get to rattle the house with some heavy metal through my Infinity speakers - I do get to play my digitized albums through some fine Altec-Lansing monitors.

Someday, I will "shake, rattle & roll."

Rock on!