When the thing that fixes you breaks

I’ve complained about this a couple of times, but my CPAP has been making this godawful whining noise every time I inhale lately, and over the course of the night it gets louder and louder until I unplug the hose from the back of the thing and plug it back in, at which point the process repeats itself. I thought I had come up with a way to minimize if not fix it, but I’m fairly certain I got no more than half an hour of sleep last night, including when I gave up on sleeping in bed and went into the living room to my Comfy Chair to try and follow my body into taking a nap. Which didn’t work.

I don’t remember how I slept before I had this thing; it is entirely possible that I never actually did, but one way or another I can’t sleep without it now. So I finally gave up this morning and, after burning in my very last sick day for the year, because no one deserves me on half an hour of sleep, I figured out who I was supposed to call to talk about warranties and replacements and repairs and a bunch of other shit I didn’t really know anything about.

Turns out a “lightly used” reconditioned CPAP was only $150 and will be here tomorrow, so I went with that option. “Lightly used” means under a thousand hours; mine has nearly seven thousand hours of use, and it comes with a year warranty, so … yeah. I’m tasking my wife with waking me up in the morning, putting in earplugs, and taking a couple of Tylenol PM before going to bed tonight, so hopefully I can get enough sleep that I’m at least able to function tomorrow.

And if I can’t? Oh well. I’m going in anyway. There’s twelve days of school left. It’ll be fine.

Not tonight

Got some bad news on the Clark Kent side of things, and I have been in a towering rage since 11:30 this morning. I am unfit for human company at the moment and so we’re gonna take the night off again.

Taking tonight off

I have a book I want to finish and I haven’t hung out with my son in a while, so no bloggery tonight. See y’all tomorrow.

My mom says I’m funny

This was on my board on Friday, which was the last catch-up day until the final. I passed out progress reports at the beginning of class and went to my desk.

Spent the day running around town– as a family, no less– and getting stuff done and possibly spending some money unnecessarily. Then I came home and built a Lego set. I’m going to play video games for an hour now and then do some reading, so this is pretty much the perfect Saturday. We drove past a protest downtown, too, and the boy’s reaction to it makes me think I should probably take him to one sometime soon.

(I am … ambivalent, at best, about the utility of public protests, especially in 2025. That doesn’t mean that I look down at people for participating in them; I definitely don’t, but I don’t know that I find it a useful way to spend my time. There may be a post in there somewhere; I should probably interrogate the idea more.)

Anyway. What are you doing with yourself this weekend? I would like to officially plan as much of the next three weeks as humanly possible tomorrow, so spending the whole day at my desk is definitely possible.

I am not sure …

… how it is somehow nearly 9:00, or why I’m not chewing my own arm off since I never had dinner, or any number of other things. I do know that I spent way too much time playing The First Berzerker: Khazan today, and that I have consumed enough caffeine to kill a lesser mortal today and am still absurdly tired.

I did say that I wanted superpowers; “metabolizes caffeine at superspeed” was not what I meant.

Going to bed early

I’ve been asleep in a chair for about an hour and a half, and fuck it, I’m going to check off the handful of Things I Do Every Day and call it a night.

Still beat

Sorry to do this two days in a row, but last night my CPAP machine shit the bed on me, making a tiny, high-pitched noise every time I exhaled that proved completely impossible to ignore, and so I tried to go without it, because the noise it was making was keeping both of us from sleeping?

Yeah. I can’t go back. I got maybe twenty minutes of good sleep last night. Maybe.

I’m going to tear the thing apart, clean every bit of it, put it back together, replace every single part I have a spare for, and go to bed, and if it starts singing the song of its people at me again I might cry until I’m actually dead.

(That’s not me in the picture. Probably obvious, but still.)

I’m beat

Today didn’t exactly suck, but much in line with yesterday it was an extremely long day without having anything actually bad happen. I’m going to go beat a boss in Khazan and then call it a night, which means I’ll spend an hour getting my ass kicked and then turn the game off in frustration and not fall asleep until midnight.

Whee!