Anyone who says they love Christmas can not possibly have as many battery-operated Christmas-related items in their immediate living area as we have. Any act of clapping, yelling, or simply walking from the kitchen to the living room is enough to set off a chorus of animatronic Santas, snowmen and reindeer, all singing different tunes at the same time, competing for our attention and pounding my last nerve.
The real issue tonight is my impending sleep study, which I don’t particularly want to do. Four years ago I had a sleep study done, where it was determined that I had severe sleep apnea and needed a CPAP machine. My machine has changed my life for the better and I would never give it up, but apparently the force at which the air blows is related to your weight, and my recent weight loss has thrown the machine out of balance. I’m pretty sure someone at the sleep center could twist a screw and adjust the machine’s pressure in a matter of seconds, but if they did that no one would get paid. Instead I’ve had to set up a doctor’s appointment who made another sleep study appointment for me, which is tonight. Later this week I’ll have to go back to my doctor, where he’ll read tonight’s numbers and then write an order as to what it should be adjusted to, an act that will be performed by a third party. Everybody’s gotta get paid.
I’m not nervous about tonight’s study, at least not like I was last time. I pretty much know what to expect and I’m already kind of tired from playing with the kids all day, so falling asleep shouldn’t be a problem tonight.