Being a newly diagnosed apnea sufferer, I now have a sleek looking little machine (a 'Resmed S8 Auto Spirit II', for those of you who are impressed by such things), sitting on my bedside table.
When I'm ready to go to bed, I place the mask on my nose, adjust the straps so they are comfortable (but secure), take a couple of breaths, and the machine starts working automatically... sucking in air, and forcing it through the hose and into my nose. All good, right?
I've been following this routine for a week now, and aside from the dryness I've ben experiencing (I've already asked the medical supplier to send over a humidifier attachment for the C-PAP), I think it's been working out quite well.
- I sleep better.
My wife sleeps better.
The kids have something new about which to ridicule their father.
We have two dogs. Both of our dogs - in the immortal words of Dave Barry - 'emit aromas'.
There seems to be no rhyme or reason as to when or why the dogs emit aromas. Days can go by without a whiff of trouble... and then, without warning, one or both of them will let loose with a bout of flatulence that can (and often does) clear a room.
Last night the older of our dogs - Jordan - went to sleep next to my bed. With her butt pointed right at my bedside table. Where my C-PAP machine resides.
Have any of you students of literature figured out yet where I'm going with all this foreshadowing?
Sometime around 1AM, I came bolt awake as the smell of necrotic dog colon was pumped efficiently directly from my dog's @ss... through the C-PAP machine... and across my unsuspecting olfactory receptors.
Did you ever see that scene from the movie 'Alien' where the embriotic alien creature has just jumped from its egg sac onto the face of the unsuspecting astronaut, triggering a violent (and unsuccessful) struggle to rip the thing off of his face?
That pretty much describes what happened last night as I came fully awake and tried to yank the mask off my nose... forgetting that it was held securely in place by two straps around the back of my head.
Once I was finally able to free myself, it took awhile before I was able to calm down enough to even contemplate going back to sleep. I used that time to banish both dogs to the living room, and to spray some bathroom air freshener around the master bedroom.
Note to self: Check to make sure the dogs are locked upstairs before putting on the C-PAP equipment and going to sleep.
The best part? Since a friend pointed me to this site, I've been worried about how to introduce myself to the forum denizens... you know, that first post in any online environment is always so crucial to the way strangers relate to you.
