CPAP + almost two weeks
Jul. 11th, 2011 12:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
catsidheApnoea events apparently went from OMFG to normal within a week.
The beard is no impediment to the mask. Which means that the mask fits well and doesn't leak, not that it's not annoying to have a plastic facehugger breathing for me.
It's actually an APAP: Automatic Positive Air Pressure. Which means it can adapt to sensor readings, and slowly ramp up pressure as I fall asleep, and react to apnoea events with a blast of pressure, and otherwise think itself cleverer than it is. (It's used for this sort of trial, I'll put money on it, because it can be easily adjusted, and because it takes sensor logs which can be checked at the weekly check-ins.)
It appears that I may not have been dreaming properly for years. With a new combination of proper sleep and waking semi-regularly (due to the same device allowing the proper sleep), I am dreaming again, and very much aware of it. I'm not sure I like it. It feels like I'm conscious all the time, without the benefit of being actually conscious. I think I preferred turning off when my head hit the pillow, and turning on again in the morning, with nothing in between. As it is, it feels like my brain is working as hard while I sleep as it does while I'm awake.
The most recent dream involved Mimdancer and the kids and I driving to an SCA camping event where we knew we were going to arrive and have to set camp after dark, and we had been there before, but we didn't know how to get there, and Mimdancer refused to navigate, and along the way we stopped so that I could interview Peter Gabriel, who was living in a nice semi-suburban house and married to Tooticky for some reason (the children were from his first marriage), and I took the garbage out for them and as I did I saw Mimdancer and the kids sitting bored and disconsolate on the side of the road waiting for me, and for some reason Miss S was a brunette, and that's when the CPAP machine did something and I woke up with a dry and cracking tongue.
And on top of all that, I don't actually feel that much better rested. I'm still sleepy and tired. Although the sleep therapist said that it might be that my brain is binging on REM sleep, after being deprived for so long. I termed this "sleep shock".
And what's really annoying is that sleep has become work, with devices and maintenance and planning and all the rest.
I'm told that the real test is when I sleep for a night without the CPAP, and feel really bad, and only then will I know how much better I've been getting. I remain unconvinced, and probably will until I try the experiment. But in the meantime, Mimdancer reports that I'm not snoring any more, and so she is sleeping better. So not a complete loss.
The beard is no impediment to the mask. Which means that the mask fits well and doesn't leak, not that it's not annoying to have a plastic facehugger breathing for me.
It's actually an APAP: Automatic Positive Air Pressure. Which means it can adapt to sensor readings, and slowly ramp up pressure as I fall asleep, and react to apnoea events with a blast of pressure, and otherwise think itself cleverer than it is. (It's used for this sort of trial, I'll put money on it, because it can be easily adjusted, and because it takes sensor logs which can be checked at the weekly check-ins.)
It appears that I may not have been dreaming properly for years. With a new combination of proper sleep and waking semi-regularly (due to the same device allowing the proper sleep), I am dreaming again, and very much aware of it. I'm not sure I like it. It feels like I'm conscious all the time, without the benefit of being actually conscious. I think I preferred turning off when my head hit the pillow, and turning on again in the morning, with nothing in between. As it is, it feels like my brain is working as hard while I sleep as it does while I'm awake.
The most recent dream involved Mimdancer and the kids and I driving to an SCA camping event where we knew we were going to arrive and have to set camp after dark, and we had been there before, but we didn't know how to get there, and Mimdancer refused to navigate, and along the way we stopped so that I could interview Peter Gabriel, who was living in a nice semi-suburban house and married to Tooticky for some reason (the children were from his first marriage), and I took the garbage out for them and as I did I saw Mimdancer and the kids sitting bored and disconsolate on the side of the road waiting for me, and for some reason Miss S was a brunette, and that's when the CPAP machine did something and I woke up with a dry and cracking tongue.
And on top of all that, I don't actually feel that much better rested. I'm still sleepy and tired. Although the sleep therapist said that it might be that my brain is binging on REM sleep, after being deprived for so long. I termed this "sleep shock".
And what's really annoying is that sleep has become work, with devices and maintenance and planning and all the rest.
I'm told that the real test is when I sleep for a night without the CPAP, and feel really bad, and only then will I know how much better I've been getting. I remain unconvinced, and probably will until I try the experiment. But in the meantime, Mimdancer reports that I'm not snoring any more, and so she is sleeping better. So not a complete loss.