Life on the couch
For those of you who’ve never had the pleasure of sleeping in the same room with me (which should be nearly all of you), I snore like a convention of angry lumberjacks. To combat the noise and potential health risks of such nocturnal activity, I use a CPAP machine when I sleep at night. In addition to preventing me from snoring, it also makes sure that I continue to breathe throughout the night, something that doctors are now apparently recommending.
Unfortunately, they have to be readjusted every once in a while and it’s been two years since I last had the pressure on mine checked. It’s stopped working and I’ve started snoring again, meaning that The Wife has kicked me out to the couch for the past few nights.
Our couch is great for sitting on, but when you spend an entire night on it, it’s about as comfortable as a wooden sheet with cheese graters nailed to the top. Not helping matters is The Dog, who is more than happy to give up her nice comfy bed if it means getting to snooze on the couch all night long.
To adjust my machine (and get me off the couch), I have to go to the doctor and get a prescription. That’s right, a prescription for increased air pressure. I literally need a doctor to sign off on giving me more air.
And I can’t just get the doctor to phone this one in. No, apparently this type of risky medical intervention requires an actual appointment. So I get to deal with the copay and the waiting and the general misery that accompanies any medical setting. It’s all enough to make me want to crack open the machine and adjust the stupid thing myself.
How we roll
A few days ago, The Boy was eating a strawberry Pop-Tart at the table for breakfast and, like usual, dropped a large piece of it on the kitchen floor. Immediately, he reached down, grabbed it off the floor and popped it in his mouth.
Without missing a beat, he turned to me and said, “I eat things off the floor. That’s how I roll.”
Various updates
- Photos from our trip to San Francisco finally have captions.
- Photos from our 2004 trip to London and Paris are up, but have no captions yet.
- The Fish III died and will probably not be replaced.
- The Wife made way too much Spaghetti-Os in a small pan.
- The Boy made a giant mess while we both slept in on Sunday.
- I’ve finally given in and gotten a Facebook account. Those of you in the know should be able to find me.