September 21, 2009

As I mentioned last month, I underwent a sleep study from which I learned that I stop breathing numerous times throughout the night. I have now learned that there is something worse than not breathing: sleeping with a CPAP (I did that on September 13th). Imagine having air blown into your nose, continually, through a mask that seals around your nose. Imagining it? No, I don't think you are. You cannot open your mouth or the air just rushes out in an unending stream. Through the first hour, I managed to wear the mask. It hurt the bridge of my nose and made my upper lip sweat so much that the mask kept slipping. I then tried a "nasal" CPAP. Yeah, it's as bad as it sounds. The device inserts into your nose directly. Now, remember, you can't open your mouth so you have to exhale forcefully enough to push back against the stream of air. Well, the guy operating the thing has to keep adjusting the pressure to make sure I don't stop breathing, but apparently that pressure exceeded the amount of pressure I could use to exhale. So, after about an hour with that nose-pinching horror, he switched me back to the first mask, but enabled a bi-level function, which stops the stream of air when I exhale. It still hurt my face and I slept like crap. Probably worse than a normal night.

Wait, it gets better! It made be sick. Having that thing blow through my sinuses for 9+ hours gave me a headache and a sore throat. It kept building up and now I am all congested and Mrs. splorp! is sleeping on the couch because I am blowing my nose and snoring even worse, now. <sarcasm>Yay.</sarcasm>

I added a new comic to my list o’ comics, Business Casual. It's similar to User Friendly, but instead of an internet provider, it's developers of unknown products. I also juggled around some that are no longer updated to the archived section.

Below is Harley Quinn, our Green-Cheeked Conure.
We got him in June 2005.


Harley Quinn in November 2005

Below is D'Artagnan (Dart for short), our Chihuahua mix. He was Mrs. splorp!'s Valentine's Day gift in 2010. He was about 8 months old when we got him and weighed in at a massive 7 pounds of tail-wagging fury.

To the left, you’ll see Drusilla,
the Vampire Parakeet, named after
a character on Buffy the Vampire Slayer,
because she bit like a vampire.
She passed away on 12/20/04.