Trying to sleep on a schedule like a normal human being.
Which I’ve certainly never been. And I doubt anyone else ever really has, either.
But trying.
THERE ARE CAFFEINATED DRINKS IN THE REFRIGERATOR AND I WANT ONE SOOOOOO BAD.
Instead, I must relax, strap on my CPAP mask and carpal tunnel splints, and try to stop thinking, “He’s more machine than man now….”
Last night was the first night I kept the mask on all night, so of course not one but two smoke detectors decide to start complaining about low batteries a good hour and a half before I had hoped I would be getting up.
Still, if the CPAP was doing any good, I’d have expected to feel better than I did upon waking. Well, keep trying, I guess. I’ll see the doc again soon enough.
