Monday, I had my CPAP appointment. This is a machine that helps me sleep well at night, as I have sleep apnea. I forget what the breathing interruption rate was the night they did my initial test, but I do recall them coming in about halfway through and putting a mask on me and letting me go back to sleep. The remainder of the night, I had fewer interruptions, and I woke up feeling more refreshed and better rested than I had in I think years. Since then, I’ve had a CPAP machine.
Today was an interim appointment. It’s necessary that I go in to review my stats and everything once a year, or I may lose the machine. These appointments were hard to get a few years ago, and this past year they got even harder to make. My usual visit month was late March in previous years. This time, I had to wait until this month, July, before an appointment I could make it to opened up—and I made this appointment back in January, I think.
I went in, as always, really early. Well, even earlier for an appointment than usual. My appointment was for 15:00, but I didn’t actually get in to see the guy until almost half past. I was, to say the least, disgruntled about the tardiness of my appointment. However, things quickly turned around. The Physicians Assistant I spoke with told me I’m doing well with my machine and put me in a program where I won’t have to go in every year. Instead, each year, sometime around my birthday, they’ll call me and we’ll do this appointment over the phone. He also, at my request, put in an order for a new mask specifically for women, which I’ve needed for years but nobody else seemed to know what the bloody crap they were doing. I’m really looking forward to getting that mask, because the straps are supposed to be smaller, so it should fit better for a longer period than the standard men’s headstraps have been. Seriously—I get those things usually and I immediately have to adjust it to a size that makes further adjustment almost impossible because the straps for men’s heads are so big. My mask’s leak rate wasn’t what I thought it should be, because it doesn’t fit well with the larger strap. I asked the guy to make sure it’ll be delivered to the local UPS store as they don’t usually deliver to my building, and explained the whole situation with the broken intercom.
So I left his office a happy patient.
Getting home took pretty much forever, because the afternoon’s driver of the U Campus VA Shuttle drove it at a snail’s pace and went pretty much everywhere else on the VA campus before finally picking up those of us waiting at the front entrance. Most other drivers do the speed limit and go to the main entrance first. But he finally showed up, and I climbed the stairs with my crutches while he lifted two men with walkers into the vehicle. One more passenger caught us and we were off . . . at a crawl. The driver was kind enough to lift me out of the shuttle bus because I seriously doubted my ability of descending those stairs with crutches. We caught the train that was already at the station.
Back home, I had a stress headache from the emotional ups and downs of the day, so I idled in WG and MeWe chat with friends. Josh was in WG, and Kit came into MeWe after he got off wok. I wanted to work on GIMP, but didn’t have the mentality for it. The chats were good, though, and I eventually cleaned 20 of my Feline Ferocity deck’s sleeves while chatting with Josh and Jam in WG. I think Kit went to bed a while ago, which I understand completely. He spent something like 3 or so hours out in the incredible heat fetching carts.
So I’m up past midnight and not at all tired yet. We’ll see what time I get to bed tonight. Will definitely be sleeping in, though. Oh, and I still have to set my CPAP up again—it’s still in its carry case in my backpack. LOL