I used to die every night.

About a year ago, I was suffering from severe sleep apnea. I’ve always snored, but it got to a point where I was just not sleeping. (Rather than go into it, you can read all about that here.)

I realize that I never posted the results of my sleep study, and they are pretty jacked. And since I’m sure you all have been waiting on pins and needles for them, here you go.

Generally with a sleep study, you are supposed to have spend the night two nights at the center doing the study. The first night the determine why you aren’t sleeping (apnea, shaky leg, whatever) and the second night they apply the fix and see if it works. They hook you up to kinds of electrodes and what not and you go to bed and someone watches you on a video to make sure everything is going smoothly. They encourage you to bring whatever you use to sleep (favorite pillow, pajamas, whatever) to make it as natural as possible. This makes sense, as they are putting all these wires and shit on you, it makes it difficult to move around naturally.

I don’t have anything ‘favorite’ I use to sleep, but I did bring my…sleep aids. Before I got hooked up, I took my medication that helps me sleep, put on my sweats, and got ready for what I thought would be another restless night. The woman who hooked me up was pretty awesome, and before long I was laying down.

At some point in the night, the lady was waking me up. I asked what was wrong and she said, “You need to put this on right now.” She looked extremely concerned, holding a mask in her hand. She helped me hook it over my face and a turned on the machine it was attached to, which forced air into my fat face. As I was thinking there was no way I could go to sleep like this, I slipped under and got the best night of sleep in recent memory. I mean, I was knocked the fuck out hard. Before I knew it, the woman was waking me up and I was rested. RESTED! I didn’t even know what that felt like anymore.

She asked how I slept. I told her I couldn’t remember sleeping so well. She said she didn’t doubt it. My apnea was bad. I had stopped breathing for 57 seconds. That’s why she woke me for the mask. I didn’t need a second night, they knew exactly what was wrong.

A few days later, I got my results. I’ll put it down as it was explained to me.

For someone to have sleep apnea, there must be at least a 10 second pause in breathing during sleep. 1 – 5 per hour is average. 30 an hour is severe. I was popping 108 an hour. One. Hundred. Eight.

The oxygen you are receiving should be at 90%. I went down to 50%. And the 57 seconds without breathing didn’t help.

Since then, I’ve been using a CPAP machine every night. I’ve changed masks a few times, from one that completely covers my nose and mouth to the one I wear now, which goes just under my nose. I use this sweet Bluetooth app that talks to my CPAP machine and gives me info on my breathing pauses and mask fit and such. I’m now down to maybe one or two breathing pauses (AHI) an hour now, rarely more than three. I’m sleeping through the night, and waking up more-or-less refreshed (this is my fault, though, I go to bed too late and don’t get the 8 hours I should be getting).

At the risk of being melodramatic, this study and machine has not only changed but possibly saved my life as well. I was literally falling asleep driving, waking up on the rumble strips. Since getting the machine, the only place I fall asleep is on the metro.

If you know someone who snores, encourage them to get a sleep study. They are simply not getting the rest they need, there’s no two ways about it. And if you use a Philips CPAP machine, I highly recommend the Dreamweaver app that goes along with them. You can monitor what’s going on while you sleep and make the necessary adjustments to sleep even better.

Here’s one of my favorite songs of all time:

Well that almost sucked.

After spending a great weekend with my family, I came home the night of Christmas, eager to do a whole bunch of nothing other than making a list of some things I want to knock out this week (something I want to try more of in the coming year, using lists to stay organized). But that entire plan fell to the wayside when I heard a loud buzzing sound when the heat kicked in that I at first thought was coming from my vent.

I slammed the vent cover around, thinking it was vibrating on something, but to no avail. So I went down to the basement and I immediately knew that it wasn’t coming from the vent, but the furnace itself. This immediately stressed me out for a variety of reasons. 1.) It was Christmas, so it was going to be a long night because I was not having someone come out on Christmas. I have an electric fan and an electric blanket; I’d survive. 2.) This furnace is 6 months old. I still owe thousands on it. What the fuck.

So flipped it on and off and it didn’t come back on. Fuck. But wait, it did kick back on about 15 minutes later, but it was still making that sound, so I just turned it off for the night.

I called the folks who I got the furnace from (who is a REALLY great company), and to my surprise, someone answered. I fully expected to leave a message. He said he’d send someone out between 10 and 12 the next day. I was cool with that.

Today I got a call at like 8:50, saying he’d be there by 9:10. No complaint there.

Dude shows up, heads downstairs, I turn the furnace back on, and leave him to his work. I don’t hover.

10 – 15 minutes later, the furnace kicked in, but no buzz. I walk downstairs and ask if he fixed it already, and he said no. Fuck. Oh, no, no fuck, because the noise kicked in. Good.

A few hours later, the tech (and shit if I forgot his name, but he’s a really nice guy — he either owns the company or is one of the managers) came back upstairs and said it was all fixed. I asked what happened and he said a bunch of words I didn’t understand (now I know what users think when I tell them how I fixed their computer) and said it’s all good now. I asked how much I owed, and he gave me the best possible answer, “Nothing. This is under warranty still.”

Merry Christmas to me!

Kind of related, but this HD version of Do They Know it’s Christmas looks great:

My job takes care of its employees.

Note, this was written back in June but never published.

I love a lot of things about my job, especially the travel aspect of it. Not only do I get to some pretty cool cities on occasion, the hotels we get put up in are generally 5-star.

This weekend I worked in DC for an event for our firm. Since I was doing a long shift on Saturday, followed by an early shift on Sunday, I was given the option to crash locally instead of driving home then coming back so soon. Fortunately for me, the hotel I was put up in, the Park Hyatt, upgraded me to a suite due to the fact that there was construction on one side of the building and they wanted to keep their guests happy.

Holy.

Shit.

This is in the top 5 hotels I’ve been in. It had a sizable living (?) room, nice bed, and a glorious bathroom. Not to mention the restaurant it uses for room service is a Michelin Rated one. I’m not sure what that means, but I understand it’s fancy.

God I love my job.

 

Ugh. So that happened.

So I lost a few months of posts (which probably totals to TWO OR THREE) because my site was hacked. Literally hacked. Not hacked like some dipshit calls their Facebook or Twitter account hacked because they didn’t log out and their friends or kids came in behind them and posted as them, but hacked as in some fucking cunts put a redirect on my page to a casino site. (Side note, I’m so please my other site doesn’t support these shit casino sites, although we could make plenty of money doing so.)

Anyway, I’m hopefully all set up. I have to hunt for a new theme now because I’m thinking that was part of the way they got in. The theme I was using was so damn old it hadn’t been updated in forever. Lucky for me, I only lost a few posts because I have autobackup setup.

Thank god for backups.

This is how my day went.

I love a lot of things about my job, but one of the things that stands out is the ability to work from home on occasion. I don’t do it a lot, but when there are times I have an appointment that can’t be made over the weekend, I have the ability to do it during the week without using any of my personal time. Like yesterday.

Yesterday was supposed to be a good day. I was originally working from home for two reasons. The first is my HOA meeting was that night and I’m on the board (if I’m going to hate something tremendously, I might as well be part of it). The second was I planned on taking my truck in to get the AC fixed. The AC has not worked since it was about 200 miles out of warranty (Fuck me, right?), and they’ve “fixed” it a few times, but the problem has been it’s been so cool as of late, it did feel like the AC was working…until a hot day came. So, finally, the guy at Ford did a solid and said, “Look, wait until a week when it’s hot, bring it in, and I’ll give you a loaner car for the day.” This was that week.

I called him on Wednesday, told him I’d be bringing it in on Thursday and he said fine, ask for Bob. Things were in place.

Oh, and side note, Tuesday night my AC in my house went out. So I added a third appointment to Thursday. I bet you can see where this is going.

So, I get up early on Thursday, head to the dealership and talk to Bob. I explain the problem and I tell him I was getting a loaner. Bob goes off somewhere, comes back, fiddles on the computer, moves some papers around; I’m getting a bad feeling. “Sir, we don’t have a rental car for you.”

“What do you mean? I called yesterday.”

“I’m sorry, no one set it up.”

I’m pissed. But I don’t erupt on Bob, I just say fuck it, I’ll come back next week. This should have been handled. Now I have yet another week without AC in my car.

Since it was still early, I decided to get my hair cut but driving by, the place didn’t open for another hour. Fuck. Then I figured I’d go grab a cup of coffee from my favorite coffee store. The line was literally from the counter to the door. FUCK.

At least the beginning of this shit day (somewhat) prepared me for the worst news of all. Yeah, the home AC is toast as well. I kinda expected that anyway, the unit is about 20 years old, but it was the shit icing on a shit cake. The shit cherry on top was the fact that the guy told me it would be a couple weeks before they could get it replaced because they are booked up. (It only turns out to be a week and a half, so I’ll live).

Fuck that Thursday.