EarlJam wrote:Why do our muscles often "twitch" when we sleep?
What's going on there?
Is there a doctor in the house?
-EarlJam
Because there's a damn tightly strapped apparatus, wrapped around my big head, with a clear surgical plastic mask being pressed tightly against my face, attached to a vacuum cleaner hose that has an air pumping machine at the other end. Uncomfort of the headgear aside, the mask itself does NOT exhaust the air that you exhale and you end up rebreathing hot, previously inhaled air along with heated, humid air that mixes in through the stupid hose from the fuckwad machine.
If you happen to be so totally exhausted, or drunk enough, to actually pass out whilst wearing this medival torture device, and in so doing, being forced to sleep on your back to keep said device in place when all your life you've accustomed yourself to sleeping on your side...you STILL snore. And, you hold your breath while trying to manuever to a more comfortable laying position, so a recording monitor takes that action as that you have stopped breathing.
If you can get to sleep through all this, maybe you'd do as do I. Sometime during the night, consciously or unconsciously, I RIP that SOB off my head for a breath of cool fresh air. If it wakes me to take it off, I'm SOL on sleep. When I wake up, I get up. If it doesn't wake me, don't worry, I'll be up soon. Probably within the hour.
I'm fifty-damn-five years old. I've snored since I was 13. At the present time, if that mask remains hanging on the bedpost, I'll sleep just like I have for many, many years before I ever heard of 'Sleep Apnea', at least 7 hours of total, deep and UNINTERRUPTED sleep! I haven't used an alarm clock in 30 years. I wake up completely refreshed. If I use the damned mask...since I first got the device back in March, I average 4 hours a night. I have never gotten so little an amount of sleep in my entire life, all in an effort to "keep me alive". What a load of horse shit!
For 15 years, I did my job of delivering cars at night, after business hours. In all that time, I was drowsy to the point of needing to stop and take a nap a total of 4 TIMES. FOUR, count 'em, 4, yeah, FOUR.
Big trouble. My job is dependent on a minimum of 70% usage of this piece o'crap. If I'm not in compliance with this guideline, the company doctor will not pass me in accordance with DOT guidelines for physical fitness, and the company will only accept the determination of THEIR chosen doctor. So...it looks like they may have finally found a way to push me out the door. Bastards, all. So, there's my answer to "Why? Damnit, why?!"
Rant concluded. Back to regular programming.
