The CPAP blues
This CPAP stuff sucks. I am so fucking tired today I want to claw out my eyes out. Now, to be fair, I started the bed time thing much too late. I didn’t get around to bed until almost midnight (I’m hooked on the Sopranos now that it’s on A&E and free). I took my meds, filled the humidifier’s reservoir and then tried to figure out how to get the torture device situated on my head. Oh, and let me point out that the doctor suggested in his orders to the med supply company that I use a chin strap. Yeah, because I didn’t already have enough shit on my head. It’s probably to stop me from bitching about it rather than his convenient excuse of my jaw tending to drop open when I’m relaxed while sleeping (yes, doctor, it’s because I like to BREATHE!).
Don’t email me about pictures because you’re not getting any. I look about as stupid as is humanly possible. Not only do I have the head gear on with a long hose attached but I also have this stretchy bandage-type thing wrapped around my head. I look like a trauma victim from a cheesy B-movie.
Not surprisingly, by the middle of the night I had taken it off my head and said fuck it. I know, I know–I have to get used to it. Well, if and when that happens I had better feel a whole hell of a lot better or else this is going to be the first and most expensive paperweight ever paid for by health insurance.
