Kapusta and Kielbasa was NOT a hit. The kids hated it. I liked it.
Twinkie cake chilling now
Obi made...something. I forgot what. Musta been okay.
The CPAP machine is a nightmare. I wake up all the time with it, feeling like I'm suffocating. I only have a nasal mask so I can't even talk with it on. The air is being forced down my nose and throat. When I open my mouth it goes in my nose and comes out my mouth. It's being forced down and to talk I have to force air up.
My give-a-damn is busted. The other day, I was reading LJ and was on the third page before I realized it was the friends of friends list. I have a weird notion that nobody really cares about anyone, we're all just faking out of obligation, social convention or loneliness. I suspect minor depression setting in, possibly from bad sleep.
School shopping was nightmare. Oli got outfitted mostly from Goodwill. Jonner got his shirts there. Obi is hard to fit and picky. He won't wear jeans, only slacks. But Wal-Mart, the eighth circle of Hell on tax-free weekend, came through.
Oh yeah. 21st wedding anniversary. Poverty, inertia and spite.
Pagan pride went off all right. Sold 3 Step Into the Circles and a Nikolai. Did a couple of Tarot readings, sold a few crafts. Note to self: rune sets sell.
Planning for the week ahead:
Mudd back to school the 12th.
Obi: Cherry Angel Delight
Jonner: oven fried chicken
Oli: Cheesy ham casserole
This week: finish the fairy tale
sleep 4 hours with the CPAP on. I tend to rip it off in the night.
Twinkie cake chilling now
Obi made...something. I forgot what. Musta been okay.
The CPAP machine is a nightmare. I wake up all the time with it, feeling like I'm suffocating. I only have a nasal mask so I can't even talk with it on. The air is being forced down my nose and throat. When I open my mouth it goes in my nose and comes out my mouth. It's being forced down and to talk I have to force air up.
My give-a-damn is busted. The other day, I was reading LJ and was on the third page before I realized it was the friends of friends list. I have a weird notion that nobody really cares about anyone, we're all just faking out of obligation, social convention or loneliness. I suspect minor depression setting in, possibly from bad sleep.
School shopping was nightmare. Oli got outfitted mostly from Goodwill. Jonner got his shirts there. Obi is hard to fit and picky. He won't wear jeans, only slacks. But Wal-Mart, the eighth circle of Hell on tax-free weekend, came through.
Oh yeah. 21st wedding anniversary. Poverty, inertia and spite.
Pagan pride went off all right. Sold 3 Step Into the Circles and a Nikolai. Did a couple of Tarot readings, sold a few crafts. Note to self: rune sets sell.
Planning for the week ahead:
Mudd back to school the 12th.
Obi: Cherry Angel Delight
Jonner: oven fried chicken
Oli: Cheesy ham casserole
This week: finish the fairy tale
sleep 4 hours with the CPAP on. I tend to rip it off in the night.
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Date: 2010-08-09 02:16 am (UTC)Second - talk to your doctor again. I have three different friends with CPAP machines and they all had to have them professionally adjusted a couple of times before they got it right. All with similar issues to what you've described. It's likely not the machine or you it's the adjustment.