Smellyann Strikes Again

CPAP-alujah!

Well, last night was much better. Sort of. I was able to sleep (thanks, in part, to the fact that Rob and not I spent the night on the couch) with the mask on and get back to sleep when he woke me up to say goodbye in the morning. And I actually kind of liked the feeling of, well, being oxygenated!  The mask started to leak a lot when I tried to go on my side, though, so it looks like I'm sleeping flat on my back for the next... oh, forever.

But the one thing that I'm hoping for didn't happen: I was even more tired during the day and even passed out in the middle of the day for about three unexpected hours after Jack got on his bus! I thought I was going to be getting better sleep and therefore be wide awake during the day, but no. And when I did wake up - barely on time for Jack to come home again and only thanks to the UPS guy ringing the doorbell - it was very strange. I was so out of it and couldn't quite 'come to.' I didn't like that at all, and that's not good for being a mom and stuff. So we'll need to work on that... but I'm going to keep using it and hope for better and better results.

We were supposed to go register Jack for kindergarten today, but we'd have had to leave right after I dropped Chloë off at school, and that is wicked early for the non-twins. (For newcomers, I call them that because they are 3 and 5 but roughly the same size, both blonde, and everyone asks me if they are. And since Jack, the 5yo, did have a twin, Sophie is his non-twin. See?) Neither of  them were ready to wake up at that point, so I didn't push them. The main reason to go - since we can go in and register any old day - would be for Jack to see the school and get to ride on the bus.

But he rides on his bus all the time to pre-school, and he has seen Chloë's school numerous times and will visit again in the summer for his kindergarten picnic, so I'm not too worried about him missing anything. Y'know? I can't fully register him anyway until his 5-year check up at the end of the month, so... we played hooky.

Aside from all that and taking Chloë to ballet after school, it was a non-exciting Earth Day for us. I had grand plans to take a nature walk with Sophia, but again, I zonked. And I can't blame the vikes, because I didn't take any since last night. I don't know.

So, tomorrow I'm going in for my allergy appointment, and I'm SO EXCITED, y'all. I have been putting up with this itchy rash for months with no real solution, and now finally I am going to get it taken care of. Not that I expect anything to happen at the clinic tomorrow - they are maroons. I plan to get a referral. But it's a start!

Barbara's coming to clean tomorrow (woohoo!) so I am going to do some picking up and then try for a few more giveaways before bed!

Fin.

CPAP Smear

My husband is a half-asser when it comes to housework.

For instance, he'll take out some of the garbage but not all of it - on garbage night. He'll put out some of the recycling but leave some in the house. He'll make the bed with the fitted sheet but not put on the top sheet. He'll wash the dishes but not the table and counters. He'll wash a load of laundry but never put it into the dryer. And so on.

{Don't get me wrong. I appreciate all the hard work he does around here. I'm just trying to get to a point.}

But when it comes to me, he goes all the way, to the point of being an enabler.

For instance, he lets me sleep as much as I want when he's home, even though it means not sleeping well the next night. He gets me whatever I want to eat, and brings home little treats, even though we may as well be Jack Sprat and his wife. And when I bitch and moan about the CPAP, he tells me I don't need to use it if I really don't want to.

Here's the part where I bitch and moan about CPAP.

I used it for a short while last night before developing a really sore throat (only on one side, the most annoying kind) that has yet to disappear. So, I thought, I'll try it with the humidifier. I got my jug of distilled water and hoisted it up to the little tank, dumping a half-gallon on myself in the process. I overfilled the tank and tried to dump it back into the jug before having to stalk off to the bathroom to spill perfectly good distilled water down the sink. Eventually, I got the humidifier adapter all set up and attached to the main machine. Good to go.

Except water burbled down my tubing, even though the water level was now well under 'max,' and my face kept getting all wet. I finally managed to just deal with this and get back to sleep, but it definitely did not keep me asleep. I woke up again, with a wet face, a sore tummy from the position I had to use to keep the mask leaks to a minimum, the sore throat, and this time, a cough and a post-nasal drip.

Now, you may say I probably was going to get sick anyway, but I blame the CPAP for the sore throat. And the cough. And the post-nasal drip. Because I can.

And I don't like it, and I don't want it, and I don't care if I die! HUMPH. *Insert major pouty face here*

So I ripped it off and went contentedly back to sleep without it, and I expressed all of this to Rob in the morning. When he made the statement that I could stop using it if I wanted to.

This is where you, my friends, come in. You need to keep on me to keep going with it. Because I really do care if I die.

Fin.