Right now, I’m in the yard with Bo. The sky is a pale gray slab. Bo’s mama got off work eight minutes ago.
I feel like I got hit by a train. I wish it was the kind of collision that signals instant attraction. But hey, that last such attraction didn’t turn out so good, even though I have evidence-and witnesses-it was mutual.
No, my train collision was the sleep study I took last night. Ugh, it was the first time in over five years that I, “slept,” without using my CPAP machine for my sleep apnea. I awoke several times, and each time I felt as if I’d just dozed.
The test was the first of two I have to do to reassess my sleep apnea. Judging by how I felt when I awoke, my current machine still has life left in it. I thought I might do this over two consecutive nights, so that I can ship it back to Tampa in the seven days time I have to do so.
There is no way in hell I’m doing this to myself two days in a row. I would be completely useless at work tomorrow. When Blackstone Medical Services called to discuss sending me my kit, the agent said I could request a little extra time. I’m going to do that tomorrow. I tried today. The office is closed. I can also send an email.
I do have to contact them, cause they charge fines for tardiness: twenty-five bucks a day, up to $125. Worse than the library.
I have to let Bo inside. He’s shivering. Poor little guy. It isn’t really that cold. But, he is shaking like crazy.
I feel so lethargic, I don’t even care what I make for dinner, as long as it’s easy, and hmm, not headcheese, or mountain oysters, or cow’s tongue. Ok, maybe I do care, a little. But, I’d eat fully chilled jello, and I hate jello. Maybe, I’d even eat a French fry dipped in ketchup. That’s a shocker. Ketchup is an abomination.
I’m going to do the second sleep study Tuesday night because I have off on Wednesday, thus, I can be a complete slug and it won’t matter much. I could even freely drool on myself, if necessary. So far, today I haven’t had to do that.
Well, I’m going to watch some horrible television. I might be back later.
Damn, I just got a craving for a gyro.