Since my first sleep disorder meeting, my theoretical sleep apnea problems are no longer very theoretical. A couple of weeks ago I had a home sleep test where I hooked myself up to this thing that monitors breathing, breathing air flow, heart rate, oxygen levels, and probably some other things, and the results were, yes, I do have a problem. I never did get a full report, although they did say I had 15+ full apnea episodes an hour (one episode is when you are completely not breathing for at least ten seconds). They also measure when you merely have “reduced” airflow and oxygen levels, but I don’t know how many of those events I had, but for treatment purposes the full episodes sufficient enough to be concerned.
Next Tuesday, I should be getting a couple of CPAP machines: one will be temporarily used to figure out what the “real” one will be set at. Maybe then life will be azmatonishingly better and I will be back on track to winning the Nobel Prize. Or not. Amanda thinks it more likely that I will simply become even less pliable to her wishes. Heh.