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Breathing is a good thing
Doc had a sleep study performed last week. He went to a sleep clinic, got hooked up to a bunch of equipment (“all my tubes and wires!”), and did his best to have a crappy night’s sleep, as is the norm for him. Turns out that he stops breathing an average of 34 times per hour. Also, he rarely enters REM sleep. So now he has this nifty machine called a CPAP (Continuous Positive Airway Pressure) that gives him a constant stream of air that helps keep his nose and throat open while he sleeps. It’s pretty small and quiet (I can barely hear it) and he no longer snores. Wednesday morning I got out of the shower and found him awake, cleaning the bathroom sink, singing. Had they replaced my regular husband with Folger’s Crystals?! He remembered the dreams he’d had, which rarely happens, and he said he felt, and I quote, “pretty good,” which I don’t believe I have ever heard him say upon awakening. I have great expectations and high hopes for this treatment. I know it’s going to take a while for him to recover from years of exhaustion and sleep deprivation, but it’s looking good so far. And there’s no telling what kind of impact that it may have on other areas of his life. I text messaged him the other day with a CPAP smiley: :@)—[]