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'sup, Snuffy?

Wow, my LJ friends list suddenly turned into the anti-Hillary zone. Considering how my friends list tends to skew to the left, I think I detect a waveform collapsing.

Anyway! That's not what I'm posting about. I am, in point of fact, talking about your friend and mine, the sexy, sexy CPAP machine. Those who would rather not delve into this fascinating topic, might want to scroll on by.

I didn't want to mention it last week, 'cause there was already enough crud going on and I sounded like a whinyboy as it was, but sometime in late April the mask on my CPAP machine broke, leading to ~18 days of sleeping the old-fashioned way ("zzzzZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz*SNORK*zzzzz*roll over*zzzZZZZZZ"). Among other things, this showed me just how much effect it was really having — within a matter of days I was back to noisy dreams and constantly feeling run down.

So yesterday, I went back over to Apria and picked up a new one. In some ways, I was glad to replace the old one anyway because I'd for some time been coming to the conclusion that I had the wrong size. At the sleep study, I was fitted for a medium, but the tech at Apria in January was of the opinion that everybody, right down to little Cindy Lou Who, was just the right size for a large. Large for me, large for the enormous burly guy with the beard you could sink a ship in, large for the little wiry dude with the little wiry glasses. So I had come away with a large. And while it worked, it had a tendency to leak air out the sides and at every corner because it didn't moosh properly against my face. In order to minimize this, I had the straps pulled so tight that they constricted blood flow to my lips and left me with indents on my face in the morning — which may have been why the thing broke.

So last night was the first night with the new, proper-sized mask, and the machine back on duty — and sure enough, I went right back to the silent and (mostly) dreamless, which I'm sure was even more of a relief to laurie_robey than it was to me. Strangely enough, I woke up in some ways even more tired than I had been the days before, but only on the surface, if you see what I mean. Instead of the aching bone-weariness that the previous week's fitful slumber had left me, this morning I felt like I was simply awake too soon and would be fine if I could just go back and get another 3-4 hours of sleep.

Which I couldn't, of course, but it's a start.

So hopefully a few more nights of sleep like that, and I'll be back on the bounce. :) At least now I just feel sleepy, instead of like the shambling dead.

-The Gneech