As of Monday, Susie will have been gone to Florida for two weeks. I am already eagerly anticipating her return to Columbus in August, especially since it’ll mean my first trip to Florida, when I go down to bring her back.
The rest of my “bachelor summer” just has to be better than my Thursday night-Friday morning has been. On Thursday, I spent the night at Central Ohio Sleep Medicine. My psychiatrist is also a sleep specialist, and at my last appointment, he and I decided it was best if we re-evaluated my sleep situation from the ground up. (He is a nationally recognized expert on sleep, and here is his Website.)
The sleep technician woke me up at 6 a.m. yesterday with the news that my sleep apnea is quite severe. It is so bad that I stopped breathing completely at least 50 times during the night. She gave me a C-PAP, nose pillows, and a ton of documentation about how to operate it. (The model is quite compact. Were it not for the hose, you would think it was a clock radio.)
I am not wild about the prospect of sleeping while hooked up to a machine every night, including having to wear a chin strap so my jaw stays closed. I anticipate a nightly bedtime procedure cum ritual that resembles a pilot’s pre-flight checklist. Not a good thing, since I tend to stay up until I’m about ready to drop over from exhaustion.
I haven’t slept a full night with the machine yet. I left a call on the medical equipment provider’s voice mail because I had some issues with the machine last night, which meant I finally went to sleep around dawn sans the machine. (Much as I hated to do it, I called the bookstore and told them I’d be unable to come in. That’s about $64 in pay to which I bade farewell.)
But enough about my sleep, and the night at the clinic in
Gehenna Gahanna. (I love telling people the sleep clinic is in the Valley of Hinnom.) The worst was yet to come.
I arrived back home around 9:30. The first thing I saw was that my trike was gone. I went around to the side of the house, and sure enough, my cable lock was still there, but someone had snipped it evenly in half. The ends were not frayed. I don’t know what the thief used, but it cut through a Master cable lock as easily as if it was Kleenex.