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Workin' for the Weekend rhymes with Goin' off the Deep End
Thanks to Canadian "rocker" Mike Reno for that rhyming tip.
It's Saturday, and I'm at the day job. As it happens, I switched shifts so a co-worker could hang out with their family. Said co-worker hooked me up with a lovely card and some gourmet cupcakes. Sweet! And a good thing too, seeing as how I came in this morning to find half a box of Pop Tarts totally pilfered. I'm not even leaving the good granola bars in my desk anymore, given the shocking frequency with which they are taken.
Had my sleep study, which was torture. Awful I tells ya, just awful. The people were very nice and professional. The room was really chilly--good sleeping weather. Nice comfy bed, H got to stay with me for a long time, TV with cable (though no Comedy Central--B to the S), and everything made for shall we say...the kingly sized. Seriously, it had the biggest toilet I have ever seen. H took pics of the bevy of cameras, and me with tons of crap strapped to me. Sadly, I'm at work and don't have the pics with me, so you cannot see them yet.
Falling asleep was nigh onto impossible, I finally took a whole sleeping pill around 2am. I can't sleep on my back, and even attempting to flip over or onto my side let to the wires pulling out of my legs--necessitating a visit from the nurse, who turns the damn lights on. Plus, it felt like being strangled the whole time I was lying down. Even on just a few hours of sleep, it was totally obvious that I have sleep apnea and am at constant risk of imminent death. But I don't want to over-dramatize. ;-]
Scheduled for a follow-up this week to get fitted for a mask and such. Not sure how all the equipment and stuff is gonna work out with the insurance, so we shall see.
Been sleeping a ton all week. So. Tired. Expecting to have tons of energy and focus once I get all this breathing nonsense under control. Good thing to, as I'm behind with pretty much everything. Interviews, novel, even work for the day-job. Lame.
Watched The Perfect Host with David Hyde Peirce. My gods, it was delightful. A little overplotted in some places, especially toward the end. But the bulk of the film was just a joy to behold. Really wonderful, unexpected, a great black comedy.
It's Saturday, and I'm at the day job. As it happens, I switched shifts so a co-worker could hang out with their family. Said co-worker hooked me up with a lovely card and some gourmet cupcakes. Sweet! And a good thing too, seeing as how I came in this morning to find half a box of Pop Tarts totally pilfered. I'm not even leaving the good granola bars in my desk anymore, given the shocking frequency with which they are taken.
Had my sleep study, which was torture. Awful I tells ya, just awful. The people were very nice and professional. The room was really chilly--good sleeping weather. Nice comfy bed, H got to stay with me for a long time, TV with cable (though no Comedy Central--B to the S), and everything made for shall we say...the kingly sized. Seriously, it had the biggest toilet I have ever seen. H took pics of the bevy of cameras, and me with tons of crap strapped to me. Sadly, I'm at work and don't have the pics with me, so you cannot see them yet.
Falling asleep was nigh onto impossible, I finally took a whole sleeping pill around 2am. I can't sleep on my back, and even attempting to flip over or onto my side let to the wires pulling out of my legs--necessitating a visit from the nurse, who turns the damn lights on. Plus, it felt like being strangled the whole time I was lying down. Even on just a few hours of sleep, it was totally obvious that I have sleep apnea and am at constant risk of imminent death. But I don't want to over-dramatize. ;-]
Scheduled for a follow-up this week to get fitted for a mask and such. Not sure how all the equipment and stuff is gonna work out with the insurance, so we shall see.
Been sleeping a ton all week. So. Tired. Expecting to have tons of energy and focus once I get all this breathing nonsense under control. Good thing to, as I'm behind with pretty much everything. Interviews, novel, even work for the day-job. Lame.
Watched The Perfect Host with David Hyde Peirce. My gods, it was delightful. A little overplotted in some places, especially toward the end. But the bulk of the film was just a joy to behold. Really wonderful, unexpected, a great black comedy.