I’ve been using a CPAP for about 3 months now. Every night I put this on I am amazed that this is the best that humanity could come up with. It really is ridiculous.
Last night was particularly fun. Apparently I had rolled into a position that made some of the air get pushed into my stomach. I then burped up bile which the CPAP obligingly tried to force into my lungs. I woke at 3:00 am with a huge adrenalin rush and ripped the mask off my face to avoid suffocation.
On the other hand I did get to watch 2 hours of New Girl reruns since I was wide awake.
Yikes. Sounds like a consultation with your sleep doctor is in order.
I’ve been using a CPAP for 3 or 4 years now and never had anything like that happen to me, no matter how I rolled around (and I’m a restless sleeper). Maybe you need a different mask? I use one that covers nose and mouth (sounds like you do, too), but they make ones that cover the nostrils only or that even get inserted into the nostrils. At least with those, if you urp, the air pressure won’t try to force it down your lungs.
Okay, catering for Lab Week has been arranged. Now some folks are trying to micromanage the food distribution so that everyone remains socially distanced. Well, you know what? We’re all adults who work together every day. The majority of us have been vaccinated. We all wear masks. I think you’d be surprised how if you put out some food, distribution totally takes care of itself.
If we’re too stupid to handle this ourselves, maybe we shouldn’t even have this damn celebration.
Well, bugger. I’ve been feeling extra tired the last couple of weeks, and I’ve also experienced some dizziness, although not extreme amounts, and I’ve been finding it a bit harder to think and get work done, too.
Today I learned that the (generic) Prozac I’m once more on and the (generic) Zyrtec I’ve been taking to control my post-nasal drip interact with each other to cause (you guessed it) extreme drowsiness and some dizziness and some brain fogginess.
I guess I’ll have to stop taking the (generic) Zyrtec and ask my medication manager, when I finally meet with her, if there’s an allergy medication I can take while still taking Prozac.
I’m actually almost hoping that she’ll cut the Prozac dosage back. I’m glad I’m not feeling that horrible depression anymore, but now I’m too fucking cheerful all the time and since I’m also back in therapy I don’t want that hiding things from me and my therapist. And it almost makes me feel uncomfortable to be this cheerful all the time. How weird is that?
Hello, one thing. Meet the ten others following on your tail.
Seven hours.
That’s how long a team of guys have been next door, trimming trees and doing yard cleanup.
Chainsaws. Multiple leaf blowers. Yelling so they can hear each other over said very loud equipment.
Oh, and I woke up with a headache.
I did run away for an hour. Went to my mom’s house. Six blocks north of the Brooklyn Center PD. Fucking hell. Next to the PD are a parsonage and church. They were collecting donations, having a cookout, trying their best. I’d guess there to be a hundred or so gathered. A gentleman with a bullhorn stood across from the PD reading the names of POC killed by police.
Mom said she was woken up last night when the National Guard came rolling down. Humvees, medical transport, and buses. Helicopters were frequently flying over, no idea whether police or media.
I do not know what the hell is wrong with the alleged drivers in this area, but it’s getting scary. Coming back from my vaccination (first shot, Moderna, so far so good), I’m in the inside lane going west (four lanes, two each direction). (expletive) (expletive) moron in the inside lane going east decides to try to pass the guy in front of him, on the left. This involves moron trying to make use of MY lane contra-flow. He got back in his lane before we met head-on, but in dodging him, I nearly sideswiped the car on my right.
I’m in for the day, TYVM. Just can’t cope with the stupid out there today.
About an hour and a half ago as I type. My next appointment is already set, May 15. Nice pharmacy tech was all over setting that appointment while she was checking me in for this one.
I was already tired :). Injection site feels a little warm, and I’m noticing minor itching in that area, but that could be the adhesive on the cute white circle thingie she stuck on my arm and injected through.
Wow, good for that employer. My husband’s uncle used to hit on the waitress every time he went to a restaurant. We tried to stop him, but he believed he was being nice, and complimenting her. God that was embarrassing. Nothing ever came of it.
He under tipped, too. I’ve of us would sneak back to top off the tip.
If it makes you feel any better, that happens to me without a CPAP. It’s not that air is forced into my stomach, i just have acid reflux. It’s a horrible horrible way to wake up. I now take a lot of drugs to manage the acid, and never sleep on my back.
Asshole customer came back the next day. One of the other budtenders caught the name & held me back, sent a male budtender out with his order.
I’ve called out for today, because I just can’t deal with the noise inside my head. I also filed a sexual harassment claim with the state, which is freaking me out further.
A buddy of mine is doing his best to spoil his grandson. Last week he bought the kid a pony. I gave him a hand fixing up his fencing and rigging a stall in an old barn.
Yesterday morning he woke up and looked out the window at the horse. He literally rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing double. The damn pony wasn’t just fat. Now he has to figure out what to do. He called the seller and was told the sale was as is.
I’m convinced that some moronic drivers believe the police have dropped WAY back on traffic enforcement since the beginning of the pandemic. And I can understand if that is the case – after all each stop is a risk of exposure. Now I’d like to see some public service announcements - “All of our cops have been vaccinated - and they’re back out looking for you.”
A pony is just a small horse, they are both Equus ferus caballus. But yes, he purchased a female pony, thought it was fat (many ponies are), turns out it was pregnant.
Is it that hard to sell a pony? Seems like he may have gotten a steal (although if it is easy to sell a pony it seems unlikely the seller wouldn’t have asked for more money for the BOGO).
