Life's been crazy lately. And realizing that, since I can't get any of my information off of twitter as security fears still run rampant (I've been there for over a decade, I'm not deleting the account without getting my info), I'll have to stay on twitter has me back in the old twitter habit. But of course I'm still posting here because this is the perfect blog for me. I'm just not here as much, and haven't had much to blog about to to life stuff.
I recently found out I have sleep apnea; I'd speculated it for years now but only just got around to getting a CPAP machine. I've gone from 90+ incidents an hour per night (fucking insane) to 0-4 incidents. However, therapy is absolutely abysmal as I'm on the first week: Struggling to breathe out has so far made it difficult to go to sleep immediately, I wake up stiff (especially my jaw), the area around my nostrils is inflamed (I was given a mask or a "nasal pillow" to see which one I preferred, and the "nasal pillow" seriously fucks with my nostrils), and I've had a nearly nonstop headache for over 3 days that the therapist says has to do with stress but I dunno. Hoping it's nothing serious and goes away. Gonna call the sleep doctor tomorrow and ask him about it, if I get a headache again.
I think the thing that aggravates me the most is that I have to make sure that I "fix" my sleep schedule. For some reason it's considered a "disorder" to have a circadian rhythm different than everyone else's. Capitalism has truly given everyone brain rot. Give me 7-9 hours and I'm fine. Anyway, I HAVE found that I tend to wake up earlier than I should due to the sun, so that means I have to force myself to sleep a few hours earlier in order to get a full night's rest. Especially since insurance requires I use the machine at least 4hrs a night. Ffs. So no more working, gaming, watching stuff, or doing "other" activities late at night anymore
Speaking of "other" activities, I've realized this CPAP machine is literally the worst thing for anyone trying to date. What the fuck do people do. This is the worst. I'm no prime ribs but I'm still young! This is a disaster. Imagine them waking up and turning over and I'm just sat there like
while sounding like Darth Vader. Shit's EMBARRASSING. Literally the worst time to look like fucking Bane.
Anyway, hopefully this all becomes habit in the next week or so. I had so many plans that have been put on hold while I get this shit sorted. They say "You'll feel great immediately!" but somehow I feel even worse than I did before I put the machine on. Yeesh...