Sunday, March 8, 2009

Cinderella

I spent as much time as I could this weekend trying to catch up on the housework a little. That didn't stop me from over sleeping, much to the irritation of The Missus, but it's hard to be on point when you're unconscious. Not that folding five loads of wash and running the dishwasher a few times is a huge load of work or anything. But it's like I tell people that help me at work or on shows, "Anything you do that's done right is one more thing that I don't have to do. So don't worry about how little or how long it takes."

My lovely bride got to sit on the couch watching the Ann of Green Gables marathon on PBS all afternoon, so that's pretty sweet. What's also pretty sweet is the amount of sleep I've been getting lately. Not actually any more time wise, but I actually feel like I've been to sleep when I get up in the morning.

Turns out I have sleep apnea. After a couple sleep studies and a fitting for a CPAP machine (Continuous Positive Air Pressure) my body isn't pulling that trick where it forgets to breathe in the middle of the night. While it wasn't enough to interrupt my slumber or cause serious health issues, it was reducing my blood oxygen levels to the low 80s instead of around 92%.

I can't even begin to describe what it's like to feel rested. Maybe you know but I don't. When I was younger it was just that I wasn't a morning person. In college it's the norm to be sleep deprived and in a fog. It had finally gotten to the point though that my resilience wasn't enough to make up for low O² and no REM sleep. For the first time in my life I don't feel like falling asleep around five in the afternoon (mostly).

I was talking about the problem at work and it prompted a co-worker to go get tested. Turns out his is so serious that he needs a CPAP and and oxygen concentrator. In his case it was compounding problems from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and basically making every aspect of his life wretched. As the improvements keep rolling in, the only complaint he has is of the straps on the mask.

Said all that to say this: we've all got health issues at our house. Some of us have been trying all sorts of things for years to try and get a handle on them. Everything from specialists to holistic medicine. My wife has discovered that her migraines were caused by a food alergy. Stuff like that. I just want to encourage you to keep looking at the stuff that ails you because man is it worth it when you finally find the answer. Chiropractor, witch doctor, prayer center... try it all. (Well, maybe not real witches, that's kind of fupped duck, but herbal stuff, you know.)

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2 comments:

mo.stoneskin said...

Sounds like a lot of housework to me, I hate putting washed clothes away, especially socks, I HATE matching, 'joining' and putting away socks. But your a model to all us men.

Glad your sleeping better.

I've had six weeks of a throat/sinus problem (either/or but both were bad) but tell you what, I'm not going to the witch doctor!

Jill said...

I so watched Anne of Green Gables on PBS yesterday too! i love those movies!