233 is the number of times I stopped breathing during my sleep study last week.
I'm going back this week for round two, where I will learn to love the noisy, claustrophobia-inducing CPAP machine that I'm told will lead to the happy state of well-restedness. I didn't do so well last time. This time, I'll remember to bring my pillow, a quilt and . . . my camera so I can share a Frankenstein-like image of myself. I thought all those sensors (and glue and tape) would keep me awake, but it was the oxygen monitor clipped to my finger that was the most distracting.
As I learn more about sleep apnea, I wonder how much of the physical and lifestyle changes I've seen in myself the last few years and attributed to aging, menopause, allergies, extra pounds and Michigan winters may be cured by some real sleep.
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My friend just went through this... Her CPAP is not that noisy & she is doing so much better all around with her new sleep pattern.
Let me know what you find out. I just migh have to check it out too. : )
Yes, keep us informed. My husband is seeing a pulmonologist tomorrow for breathing problems, and he thinks he can actually ask for the mask thing and get it. (Should I say he's not about following rules?) I can vouch for his apnea, but something tells me they'll want a little more proof than that. He swore he'd never try the mask, so he must be getting scared. I bet this will change your life.
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