…a bunch of factors are involved: health, distractions, laziness, football bowl season. But the main reason is probably my ever-growing disgust with our “culture” and its self-proclaimed mavens. Watching society’s mortification and making quips about the rot briefly lost its appeal.
Of course you’ll glance back at the previous post and say, “And this is your return piece? Really?” Hey, your host is rusty and had other things on his mind. See, earlier this week I met with the specialists who monitored me during my de Sade sleepover.
I have “moderate” OSA, obstructive sleep apnea. It’s moderate overall, but “severe” apnea is 30+ events per hour and during REM sleep I had 42. Good thing REM sleep isn’t important, right? Apparently there’s only two things that can help: transnasal insufflation, or surgery.
Surgery removes everything that might be blocking airflow, which apparently is the tonsils, adenoid, uvula, volvo, soft palate, appendices, liver, and fava beans. I wish the nurse practitioneer hadn’t licked her lips at those last two.
Oh, there’s also no guarantee that surgery will work. OTOH…transnasal insufflation? Ewww. Every single night for the rest of my life?? You thought I was crazy when I dared a murderous felon to come kill me. Now you know better.
Maybe it won’t be as bad I imagine, trying to sleep with something clinging to my face. There’s a choice between two different types of CPAP mask. There’s this one…
…and then there’s the other.
And now you know what’s been on my mind lately: deciding what’s going to be on my face later.