Loading ...Breathing at night. Who would have believed it would be such a difficult thing to do? But apparently it is. Or at least it was, until CPAP. Now this post may not be interesting to you, but to me, it is fantastic! Life altering even! Thanks to CPAP, I can finally sleep through the night.
This CPAP (Continuous Positive Airway Pressure) so far has been amazing. I am not sleepy at all during the day. I have so much more energy. I am less irritable and snarky. And I no longer snore!
To any of you out there who feel tired during the day, go get a sleep study. (Just don’t go to the place I went first. Three months waiting for a result is downright unacceptable). Don’t be embarrassed about thinking the apnea is your fault because you’re just too fat. Sure weight is part of it, but it is also partially due to your genetics and throat anatomy. Besides, being well rested may help you lose that extra weight.
And sleeping with a mask on is a bit weird, but if you are a science fiction fan like I am, you can pretend that you are a sci fi villain. Maybe even the Ood from Dr. Who. Or Darth Vader. Or some git with an air mask on his face. Whatever makes it more acceptable to you.
Quite frankly it is worth having a face mask continuously blowing air down your trachea while sleeping to be well rested and fully awake during the day.
So now that I’ve had my advertisement for the CPAP, I think I’ll use that extra energy to finally finish cleaning out A the Girl’s room. She’ll have the rest of her stuff and we’ll have more room!
Buy me a beer!
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“So, R the P, how is your cleaning of A the G’s room going?”
“Glad you asked. Let’s see. Um. It’s a LOT of work!”
That A the G. She left behinds tons of stuff. Don’t know if she wants to keep it. Don’t know if she wants to throw it away.
But we are busy rearranging furniture and getting tape and that two sides sticky tape (or rather, permanently bonded cement) off the wall. You know how teenagers love their posters of the singers, what with their rebellious songs and all. Tupac, Nirvana, and Linkin Park.
Um. Well, two out of three rebels ain’t so bad.
And I we’ve decided to paint the room. She always hated the color, and now that she’s gone, it will be painted.
It was just so hard to paint with all those posters on the wall. And now they aren’t there any more.
But what color? Paint it so it matches our bedroom? Or the living room that it is nearby? Or some other color all together?
What will it be?
What Richard means is “To any of you out there who feel tired during the day, go get a sleep study - if you can afford it, or if you have decent health-care coverage.”
Believe me, I’d get one if I could. I’ve been having breathing problems at night lately. For a while there I was sleeping pretty well, then recently, its gotten really bad. I think its exacerbated by my allergies - the ragweed pollen is making the rounds.
But congratulations on YOUR sleep Richard. I hear tell sleep is real nice.
Paint it orange. I know how you love orange.
Yes.
If you have insurance.
Sorry to have shared my good news.
Hey, I AM happy for you. I’m just in a pissy mood because now I haven’t slept in a couple of days. And as much as I’m happy for you, I’d rather be happy for the both of us.
I would much rather be happy for both of us as well.
Feeling guilty to have insurance when you don’t.
And I know what it is like to be pissy without sleep. Been that way for a couple of years now.
Look, I live in a place where I’m constantly aware of poverty. Mainly cuz I’m po. There’s a lot I don’t mind about being po, because I have a lot to love about myself and my life. But everyday I look at the TV and see a commercial that says “Ask your doctor about (fill in the blank)” and it makes it sound SO easy. But there are faceless millions that can’t do that very thing. I’m lucky. I know about herbs and I ain’t skeered of performing minor surgury on mysen. I also have that regenerative thing going on. Some people aren’t nearly as lucky as I am.
On my best days those damned commercials are a sore point with me. This ISN’T one of my best days. But surely you remember what its like to have had no sleep?
So yeah, I am really glad you can get sleep now. But forgive me my pissiness and try to remember last week when you felt like crap, just like I do right now.
Well don’t feel guilty to have insurance. I feel guilty for NOT having it. Being po comes with a lot of guilt because in this country, poverty is equated with a moral failure. But don’t get me started on that.
No, I’m just headachy, irritable and would love to go to a redneck bar so I could find an easy fight. So don’t mind me.
I do know what it is like. And it is a difficult thing not to have any.
And I felt bad for taking for granted that anyone could go and get it checked out.
Even with insurance, it is a difficult thing to get treatment sometimes. Without inuranced, it is nigh on impossible. When I switched jobs, they wanted nearly $600 a month just to have COBRA for continuing to be insured.
Apparently there is a dental device that works even better than CPAP, but insurance doesn’t cover it and it around $5,000.
It’s just that even with insurance, it took me nearly a third of year to get this sorted out, and I was just excited that it finally happened.
So is there a picture of your marvelous space age device? I’ve been considering stealing my mother’s oxygen mask, but I get the feeling she needs it more than me.
And I don’t equate poverty with moral failure.
Wishing a redneck bar on you!
Well there IS a redneck bar nearby, but people are frequently shot there. I want a fight, not a bullet. (though maybe someone could shoot me so I can breathe better)
Well, here is my mask.
http://www.cpap.com/productpage/comfortgel-mask-respironics.html
The machine can be easily held in one hand. But I don’t see a picture of it online.
The thing is, it has to be titrated to the correct pressure. And that can only be done with a sleep study, and according to my little 18 year old technician, they cost between $3000 and $5000 without insurance.
But I’m not sure he told the truth about everything.
You know how 18 year olds are.
Found a pic at Wiki. That doesn’t look too bad. Doesn’t look as space-age as I thought it would.
My device looks more space age than that — as in that looks like the 50s, mine looks a little more like the 60s.
Yeah, but was he cute?
The 18 yr old, not the mask.
Yeah, your mask does look more 60s. Does it come in assorted fashion-colors? Or just the turquoise?
Yes, he was. It was what made his lack of honesty bearable!
Who gives a shit if they lie, as long as they do it prettily.
Just turquoise.
Unfortunately.
That sucks. You coulda had orange. I know how you love orange. I’m glad its helping though, even if its turquoise. You may end up having to be lucid for the both of us. Though I’m hoping the worse of mine is temporary.
But my mind has been a mess. I can’t draw. I can’t craft prose at ALL.
I can’t draw! (I think I said that already). When have I not been able to draw? Ever?
Have been doin’ more spiritual stuff though. Could just be hallucinatin’, but thats okay too I guess.
Well, I couldn’t think. I couldn’t even concentrate on that writing class I took. Got hopelessly behind.
That lack of sleep sucks!
I hope yours is temporary too.
And I feel for your lack of drawing ability.
That is horrible news!
Good that the spiritual stuff is kicking in.
Lack of sleep may actually help that.
Oops. Here is Mojo. He’s finished talking to his family. I guess we better go get some paint.
Orange it is.
Well if you felt then as bad as I do now, I’m definitely glad you found a remedy. I know you’ve been sufferin’ with it for ages.
I suppose I’ll go wash dishes now. Ugh.
you guys are coincidence central for me. first with the were-creatures, then the minotaur, and now the CPAPs.
i think, even though i get less sleep than most people, my daytime laziness can be blamed on chronic low-grade annoyance. tried to get a sleep-study once. realized i was more up on the latest neurological and sleep info than the so-called professional was. said “fuck this”.
it sounded like fun, though. *wistful*
*shares dr. previous’s vadery happiness*
*wishes breathiness to che*
*contemplates a “some git with an air mask on his face” t-shirt*