Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!
— William Wordsworth in “To Sleep” (1806)
Well, I got back about an hour ago. It looks like I do indeed have sleep apnea, and they’re having me back again next week. Thank goodness for insurance! I wore evil-looking sensors all over my head/face, legs and chest, and fingertip, and an infrared camera to spy on me while I sleep. You cam girls should get these… totally dark in the room, but the image is really good. After getting hooked up, I got to hang out for a while before bed and watch TV with the other patients. (3 senior ladies, Nora, Emily, and Rita.) I showed off my palm pilot, and they showed off pictures of the grandkids. Rita was very cool, used to work for the police dept, and married her husband, Stan, who was at the time a private detective (Now a Deacon. I met him this morning, and he confirmed the tale.. neato bogie-style romance.)Told all sorts of keen stories about Cop life in the 1960’s. (She was a clerk, and saw all sorts of wacky stuff.) No oxygen mask this time – but I get to wear that in addition next week, and it looks like every night until I get to go in for surgery, to have my tonsils removed and airway down there cleared up.
My concerns now are:
1-I damn sure don’t want to wear an oxygen mask for the rest of my life so chop away, doc! (I am concerned about surgery too, but I think it’s better in the long run.)
2- How much is insurance going to cover? So far, so good… but HMO’s are a bitch.
3- Will Newton sleep with me while I have the mask on? I think so, he’s pretty intrusive. 🙂
I’m going to have to learn maintenance and upkeep for the equipment, too… so that’s another chore on this lazy guy’s list of things to do.
Something I’m keen to try is Somnoplasty. It is a radio frequency surgical device that shrinks the soft palate in a half-hour outpatient procedure. That sounds like it’d be perfect, if I can get away with it.
Anyhow, to keep the food list up.
Before going to the study, I hung out with my little bro for a while, and hooked up with Cathi & Dave to see the crappiest movie I’ve seen, since oh, sakes I don’t know… Coyote Ugly. Bless this Child. Not scary. Not Thrilling. Not Enthralling. Not nothing. bleah. At least Coyote Ugly had pretty girls being provocative. Hollow Man had a lot of Blunt head Trauma. Battlefield earth was so bad, you could mock it. BTC… just a bore-fest. You do get to see Christina Ricci beheaded… payback for Wednesdays’s doll, I suppose.
Ate creamy noodles w/peas, had coffee, and water, and an iced chai and a black and white at borders after the movie.