Today has been soothingly quiet.
First, at 11 am, 40 minutes before my appointment with Doctor Caswell, her office called and asks if she could cancel my appointment due to a personal emergency.
I said yeah sure! and went back to sleep.
I’ve been sleeping an awful lot lately. Enough that I am wondering if I should be worried.
It’s nice to not have insomnia any more. Like I said before, I had gone weeks without getting more than three hours of low quality sleep a day,
So I am very glad that ended and that I can now sleep whenever I want to sleep, and it is reasonably decent quality sleep.
But I am wondering if I’m getting too much of a good thing. I am sleepy most of the time and it’s getting hard to stay out of bed.
I keep hoping I will catch up on sleep at some point. But not yet, apparently.
Speaking of sleep, had my appointment at Coastal Sleep yesterday. Sadly. did not come home with a brand new CPAP mask that only covers my nose.
That’s because the folks at Coastal Sleep are waiting on the provincial gubmint to grant them the funding for new stuff for me, and they are taking forever to do so as usual.
So the Coastal Sleep folks won’t have the funding till the middle of this month because it apparently takes them 30 days to make up their fucking mind.
I honestly think that if some logistics genius figured out how to change the system in order to let them give people prompt and immediate service, the bureaucrats would absolutely fucking hate it, and do everything they can to sabotage it.
After all, without the ability to smugly make people wait long and arbitrary periods for basic operations that should only take ten minutes, the public would be able to make the bureaucrats serve them like some kind of… public servants.
Thus, the eternal war of bureaucrats versus the public would continue.
After all, you can’t afford to let the public get the upper hand. Then they might get the idea that you work for them.
And we can’t have that.
If I was ever Premier, I would probably be murdered in my sleep because I would not put up with any of that bullshit. I would burn all the deadwood, eliminating every unnecessary position. I would reform things to make the system truly work for the taxpayer. And I would ruthlessly enforce my new philosophy of government.
Guess what? When you pompously preen your feathers by going on about how you are only there to serve the public, you’ll actually mean it!
Today’s hospital visit was uneventful. When I first got there, it really seemed like there was only one nurse on duty, which would be nuts.
But just as I was going to ask the nurse why she was on duty all alone, another nurse stood up from her desk and actually started doing stuff.
Glad I didn’t say anything. But hey, second nurse! Don’t leave Nurse 1 hanging like that. She was starting to get really stressed.
I mean, you weren’t even answering the phone and it’s right there on the desk next to you! Get a wiggle on!
More after the break.
Next up : depression!
Well the waves of despair are back. As are my breathing difficulties.
There’s probably a connection.
Sometimes when I lay down, I start to have trouble breathing, and I have to sit up again in order to breathe properly.
It feels like my lungs are filling with blackness. This would fit with my long-held theory that the main action of my sleep apnea is the accumulation of CO2 in my lungs due to some fundamental problem with exhalation.
The blackness, therefore, would be the CO2 filling up my lungs and occupying the space where fresh oxygen is supposed to go.
If only I could learn photosynthesis, or even electrolysis. Then I could just take the oxygen straight out of the CO2!
So then I have to sit up and empty the air out of my lungs with sustained deep exhalation in order to get that nasty CO2 out so enough oxygen can get in.
I suppose I should tell someone about this.
I think my OBA (Obstructive Sleep Apnea) has become OWA (Obstructive Waking Apnea) as well. The same relaxation of certain tissues (mostly likely in my throat) that cuts off my breathing when I sleep is doing it during the day when I lie down too.
Wish I knew what I did to make this shit go away for a while. Sigh.
What I am going through now is bad enough but obviously life could become my worst nightmare of constantly fighting for air if it gets much worse.
So again. Should probably get that looked at. I just have so much going on already.
Still, beats smothering on my own flab. I guess.
Makes me wish I didn’t have to wait on my CPAP stuff. I suppose I could try to make my current face-covering mask work.
After all, I’ve gotten somewhat used to wearing a mask in public for Covid. Maybe I can use some of the same techniques to acclimate to the face mask for CPAP.
They mostly consist of telling myself, “You were breathing fine five seconds ago and nothing has changed therefore you can breathe fine now, too!”.
Or something to that effect. Once more I conquer my fears with hard logic.
It’s not for everyone but it works for me.
I haven’t called either Doctor Lichtenstein yet. I keep sleeping instead. Maybe I will get it done tomorrow after I get back from IV antibiotics.
Tomorrow should be fun. A dressing change AND a consult with the doctor! With a small possibility of a visit from the wound care nurse! SCORE.
Why, I’m so excited, my hear is all a-flutter.
Should probably get that looked at, too.
I have too many problems!
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.