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Date: 12 September 2008 22:20:15
Sorry, but I really can't face writing up the whole saga of my attempts to use a C-PAP machine (one of those mask things that keeps your airways open while you're asleep). Suffice it to say that I collected it (and was instructed in its use) on Tuesday, tried it Tuesday night but gave up trying to get to sleep at 4.00 am and took it off, tried again for an hour and a half Wednesday night, took it off again and then needed a sleeping tablet because I was so wound up, decided not to try it at all last night (Thursday) because inadequate sleep is better than no sleep at all, and am trying to decide whether to have another go tonight. Quite apart from the sensation of sleeping with a plastic mask on, it also makes a wheezy noise and air escapes in all sorts of unexpected places and keeps me awake by blowing on my arms. I am on the brink of ringing up to make an appointment to take it back - apparently there's a sort of jaw-displacing gizmo you can get instead, which doesn't sound too much worse than the 'bite raiser' I already wear at night to stop me grinding my teeth.
I could also go on at some length about the iniquities and indignities of public swimming baths, but I don't want to go there. Indeed I shan't be going there again - am considering joining a cheaper gym. As for the cognitive behaviour therapy, which started last week, the jury is still out. Do I sound like a grumpy old woman? That is because I am. I also have a sermon to finish, which has far too much material in it and still manages to say not very much.
PS Oh no! I missed my blogiversary! (at least I remembered to have a child...)