Here’s a story of the many physical, emotional, symbolic or esoteric things I carry. Some have value others don’t. Sometimes I’ll tell you, sometimes I won’t.
This image is from my sleep study.
Since the test over seven years ago I’ve carried my CPAP everywhere I go. Through TSA Security, to multiple states, through multiple relationships and multiple beds. I’ve hauled it on camping trips and hooked it up to marine batteries. On several nights, I’ve hauled it from the bed to the couch in the middle of the night when my wife elbowed me in the ribs because it made to much noise.
At least I think that’s why she elbowed me.
I refer to my CPAP as my bed snorkle, snuffaluffagus mask and sexy-time look. I’ve fixed the hose with duck tape when it split but switched to scotch tape. I’ve cleaned the hose with vinegar and water because soap leaves a nose irritating odor. I’ve used it with the humidifier and without.
Reading about why I kept falling asleep at the wheel and on the couch, what apnea does to the heart and brain, and how my quality of life was being severely impacted I’ve never regretted using it. I’ve used it nearly every day since I picked it up.
It adds a layer of complication to comfort, travel, pride and sexy time.
However, definitely my CPAP has value. Definitely keeping this one.