Okay, it’s not another CPAP, actually, it’s another night with the CPAP. Again, last night, I woke up often for some of the same reasons I mentioned yesterday: the mask had slipped and was now blowing air into my eyes, cheeks or chin; the pressure had increased and startled me; etc. A new one was happened, too; I opened my mouth at one point, when the air pressure was particularly high, and air came out of it in a rush. It was a very odd feeling, and it woke me up. I instantly closed my mouth and it all settled back to seeming normalcy. It was really odd, because it didn’t feel like the air pressure was forcing me to open my mouth, but when I did, it escaped rather dramatically.
Yes, I’m still being awakened several times during the night, but not because I’d stopped breathing. (And not 39 times an hour.)
And while I was sleeping, my brain was actually getting oxygen, which hadn’t been happening much at night for a very long time. This oxygen allowed it to process the day’s events and experiences, it allowed it to do what it is supposed to do during the night. And when I woke up, because it had done its job the night before, it let me do mine during the day. It is beginning to amaze me that I have gotten anything done in the last few months and years.
I also wonder what my muscles, my heart, my lungs, etc., are thinking about all the oxygen they’re getting during the night. Are they all luxuriating in it, as if it were a warm, lavender and eucalyptus mineral bath followed by a full-body massage given by someone who knows what they’re doing? Were they shaking their imaginary heads, saying, “Finally, he’s taking care of OUR needs, the oaf”? Are they throwing off their crutches and screaming, “It’s a miracle!” with tears streaming down the aforementioned figmentary faces?
Probably, they’re just mending nicely, thank you very much, and biding their time until I am able to run like a chaeta, climb like a goat and rut like a… thing that ruts well.
Okay, I’m getting ahead of myself. But I like getting things done.