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An hour of sleep I won't be getting.....
Jan. 16th, 2008 01:58 amI have Bears' Disease.
Just prowl your way at 3 AM, down the hallways of the host hotel of the next bear run you go to, or walk the campgrounds at dawn next time you attend Lazy Bear and you'll hear it. Interspersed with the occasional yip, grunt or whine that accompany the familiar slap of flesh meeting flesh of those lucky enough to get lucky, you will hear the soft whir of Cpap machine after Cpap machine, replacing the snores and gasps we all heard a decade ago.
Yeah, obstructive sleep apnea.
This bear also uses a chin strap to keep his mouth closed, or my machine does me little good. I tried a half dozen different chin straps available commercially, and ultimately my solution was to sit down to the sewing machine and make my own. It's something I have to do once every 3 months or so, when the elastic I use gives up the ghost and stops having its desired affect. I made one just prior to X-mas.
AND I just wound up doing it again.
When I took my mask off this morning along with the chin strap, they went on to my night stand. When I went to put it on just now, its just wasn't there. Not behind the night stand. Not lost in the bed linens. Not on the floor beside the bed.
It was just not there.
Aaron was looking at me with his "Daddy, I didn't do it" look.
Both of us were gone all day today, I to work at my office, and my husband to a deposition in San Francisco. The dog was all alone today, except for the cats. Left to his own devices, when annoyed with us, he'll take an article our clothing, usually a sock or a pair of underwear, take it out and bury it. This time I suspect my chin strap fell victim to his displeasure at having been left alone.
I have a half a dozen planters on the deck, and each spring, if I put in herbs or tomatoes, I invariably find at least a couple of articles he's buried in one or another of the planters. He also has an acre and a half of hillside to use as well. At midnight, I was not going out with a flashlight to go hunting, because even if I suceeded in finding it, I'd still have to resort to washing, then drying it, which would take me more time than simply going into my loft, sitting down the the sewing machine and making myself a new one.
Now off to bed, to sleep, perchance to dream.
Just prowl your way at 3 AM, down the hallways of the host hotel of the next bear run you go to, or walk the campgrounds at dawn next time you attend Lazy Bear and you'll hear it. Interspersed with the occasional yip, grunt or whine that accompany the familiar slap of flesh meeting flesh of those lucky enough to get lucky, you will hear the soft whir of Cpap machine after Cpap machine, replacing the snores and gasps we all heard a decade ago.
Yeah, obstructive sleep apnea.
This bear also uses a chin strap to keep his mouth closed, or my machine does me little good. I tried a half dozen different chin straps available commercially, and ultimately my solution was to sit down to the sewing machine and make my own. It's something I have to do once every 3 months or so, when the elastic I use gives up the ghost and stops having its desired affect. I made one just prior to X-mas.
AND I just wound up doing it again.
When I took my mask off this morning along with the chin strap, they went on to my night stand. When I went to put it on just now, its just wasn't there. Not behind the night stand. Not lost in the bed linens. Not on the floor beside the bed.
It was just not there.
Aaron was looking at me with his "Daddy, I didn't do it" look.
Both of us were gone all day today, I to work at my office, and my husband to a deposition in San Francisco. The dog was all alone today, except for the cats. Left to his own devices, when annoyed with us, he'll take an article our clothing, usually a sock or a pair of underwear, take it out and bury it. This time I suspect my chin strap fell victim to his displeasure at having been left alone.
I have a half a dozen planters on the deck, and each spring, if I put in herbs or tomatoes, I invariably find at least a couple of articles he's buried in one or another of the planters. He also has an acre and a half of hillside to use as well. At midnight, I was not going out with a flashlight to go hunting, because even if I suceeded in finding it, I'd still have to resort to washing, then drying it, which would take me more time than simply going into my loft, sitting down the the sewing machine and making myself a new one.
Now off to bed, to sleep, perchance to dream.
