One week...
Last week was quite a strange time. I had a lot of new things come up -- a new haircut, new glasses, and a new CPAP machine. As I mentioned in my recent blog, night 1 was pretty spectacular as my machine display was almost a full 9 hours. From there it has been sporadic as to the number of hours of sleep. Last Saturday night into Sunday morning, the display in the morning said I got about 4 hours. However, it was about 4am when I rolled over to find my mask off my face and under my hand. Now, I could possibly see how my hand would take the mask off without consciously knowing I did it, but what was eerie was that the hose was also unplugged from the mask itself. I don't remember doing ANY of it. I know that when I moved into this rectory, I was told that my room was haunted, but it was weird.
Otherwise, the machine has been helpful. Last night I had about 7.5 hours and only twice had moments when the apnea overtook my machine. The sleep center refers to those as events. At least today I still had my mask on.
The clarity of my thought has increased in this past week too. I understand that basically I was not really getting enough oxygen to the brain before the mask. Before the mask, I was having 14 events per night. That's scary.
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