Oh joy of joys, I've been diagnosed with sleep apnea!
Several weeks ago I got to sleep with this thing on my hand.
If that wasn't hard enough, last night I had the pleasure of being this guy.
Surprisingly though I was actually able to sleep OK despite this contraption. Granted, it was a little tough to actually fall asleep, but once out I actually slept. And I feel OK today, like maybe I actually got some good REM sleep (I tried to come up with a lame REM "the band" joke but gave it up. You're welcome).
According to my sleep test I tested at the low end of moderate sleep apnea. Yet another test on which I'm at the low end, but I digress. So the breathing apparatus is supposed to allow a steady flow of air so when your brain shuts off and forgets to breathe the contraption forces air in which kick-starts your brain to wake up and say, "Oh yeah. Air good."
So anyway, as much as I look forward to some of this "real sleep" I've heard so dang much about, the idea of having to where this farking strap-on every night sort of runs contrary to my otherwise studly image.
So ladies, if you happen to have a wee bit o' freak for Bane, line forms on the left.