The sixth of the month will mark the third anniversary of the delivery of my percussion vest; a day on which an hour of my daily life was effectively hijacked. I've been slow to dare question the prescribed 30 minutes twice a day schedule for hosing up to get jostled around, while inhaling, by mouth, aerosol clouds laced with 7% saline solution.
Finally though my Lemming-like behavior has been interrupted by a revolutionary thought. "Wonder what would happen if I streamlined the routine a bit?" Who sez it's gotta be a half-hour?
Well, I checked in this morning with my contact at Respirtech (The Thumper Maker). And lo and behold, she told me she has lots of what she calls her "clients" who have forsworn allegiance to the recommended treatment time without the sky falling.

So, this morning I boldly shut down the noisy boisterous rig after 15 minutes. The measure of success of course is to continue without interruption by a febrile flare-up of acute bronchitis. Stay tuned. Don

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