Eighty-five 6/14 '21
Dunna Vetta
(or: My Life as an Insomniac)
It's lightening and thundering, though I can't hear it too well with the earplugs in. But the air is charged, and the cool breeze through the window is welcome. The soft boom and roll is comforting.
Rog is here in bed with me. (That feels oddly TMI and yet, why?) Anyway, we are test running the sleeping arrangements in prep for my family vacation in one week. He has the CPAP, the chin strap, the other sleep apnea device (Inspire), and I have the earplugs, the sleep mask, the sleep meds, and the cat locked out.
I think it's working.
I mean, actually working.
I am cheered by this thought. I don't know how the entire night is going to go yet, but I'll just take this little feeling and hold on to it.
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His particular situation was that he has a large tongue and a small pallet. Hahaha, the jokes we made. Anyway, he relaxes and his tongue plugs up his throat like a ball-valve (doctor's phrase). Top that off with weight gain as he aged, and the freight train comes through our neighborhood every night.
There is a surgery for it, but the first line is usually CPAP. With the mask that covers the nose AND mouth.
I am not a doctor, so you'll want to see one, but I hope it's an easy fix.
Not thrilled. We share a king bed at the motel, so here's hoping that's an improvement over my wee double bed.
This experiment made me realize how much worse my sleep is. Even if I may be getting more hours lately, I'm barely asleep.
The good news is we definitely have improved the noise (freight train) situation, and in separate beds (like most hotel rooms), we should be pretty awesome, and that's a relief.