Monday night I woke up at 3:00 am and could not figure out why. I quickly realized I was not breathing well because my CPAP machine was not working. After looking around a bit I figured out that we had lost power. Every house on the street was in total darkness. I was relieved because for a quick moment I thought I had forgotten to pay the bill or even worse that The Saint had finally reached his breaking point and decided to get rid of me. Last night I woke up again to the same exact scenario except this time we had not lost electricity. Nope, this time Jack, my cat, was sound asleep on the machines hose and cutting off my air supply. Accident?, well considering that Jack worships the Saint I don’t think so. I am sleeping with both eyes open tonight. (Is that possible?).
The Noise In My Head ( and it is oxygen deprived and humming the theme from”Mission Impossible”).
I am not this pretty when I sleep. Usually the hose is wrapped around my neck and my hair is sticking straight up!