Yeah, good news. Because bad news would be "Oh, you're fine (pat, pat)" or "We don't know what the hell is wrong with you" or "Sorry, some people just don't do well with the CPAP machine."
David has sometimes mentioned that I breathe badly, at night. "I can put my hand on your chest and feel you straining but nothing happens, until suddenly there's a gasp." I file this information away ** DENIAL ** DENIAL ** DENIAL ** because the alternative seems like too much effort. Until I realize one night that I've woken him up, and he says raggedly, "It's not the noise of you choking that bothers me so much, it's the way the bed shakes." oh dear god. Ok, this is BAD. Called the doctor, set things in motion.
Since then, of course, I've been hitting the Web. And pulling my head out of the sand. I am bloody tired all the time, aren't I? All the time. And I take it as a given that I'll be up 2-3x a night to pee. (Just as elderly people sometimes fall because their hip has fractured, it appears I may be peeing because I'm awake and not the other way round.)
Very mixed feelings about all of this.
