Well, it's finally happened: I've gone off the rails over my health. Granted, it's been a bit much lately. Two weeks ago I was diagnosed with sleep apnea. Severe sleep apnea is when a person's breathing pauses 30 times per hour. My score was 78, and like golf, the higher the score, the worse off you are. Now I have a mask I wear that covers my nose, attached to a series of straps designed by a sadist, all topped off by a "chin strap," which manages to cover my entire head. Long story short, I go to bed looking like the Elephant Man.
Yesterday was not a good day. I was just in horrible pain from the moment I woke up until I went to sleep. I'm here to tell you this if you don't already know: constant pain makes you batshit crazy. So, last night N very patiently wrapped up my skull and put my mask on my half-congested nose. Not 30 seconds had passed before I was screaming, "HELP ME, THIS THING IS TRYING TO STRANGLE ME!!!" *
* In my defense, I've had a few too many health issues to absorb lately.
So, I ripped everything off and decided I was going to get up and go read on the couch. And the next thing I knew, birds were chirping and it was almost 6 a.m. At least I got some sleep. It may have been panic-induced, crazy-dream sleep, but it was sleep nonetheless. Now finally - no excuses, no matter if my pain goes to 11 - I'm going in for the CT scan/IVP today at 1:30. Maybe I'll get some answers today, but probably not. At any rate, it's fair to say: this health stuff is driving me crazy.