Weekly update!
Jul. 21st, 2012 03:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
outsdrChrist, I'm tired.
Granted, it is 3 am. And I slept for 3 hours this evening. But anyway ...
After being ever so gently (Ha!) prodded by my LJ friends to call my doctor and get shit straightened out with the CPAP machine, I did so on Tuesday. (But seriously, I love you guys!) Anyway, I talked to Debbie, the doctor's assistant (she's great) and told her what was going on, mentioned the nosebleeds, and she started laughing (it's fine, we have that kind of relationship) then composed herself and said she shouldn't laugh, because it's not funny. I said that it kinda is funny, and she said, yeah, it is. Anyway, she said she'd put a call into the local sleep care specialist or whatever.
He called me Thursday. Told me that he'd have me do an overnight O2 level study, then something else, then something else, and then talk to my insurance, and then get me a brand new machine just for me. I told him I had just done an O2 study about 2 months ago, and my doctor should have the results. This actually seemed to fluster him a little, like I'd made him break from script or something. Anyway, he said he'd talk to my doctor, then get back with me. All told, he said, it should take about a month to get everything done. The good thing is, all the necessary studies and tests can be done at home. The bad part is, I really don't WANT a new machine - there's really nothing WRONG with the one I have, except that it's set wrong and I probably have the wrong machine. And sure, as he said, insurance will 'pay' for the new machine- except I have a $1,000 deductible that I haven't even dented this year. I don't really want to shell out $500 for a new machine! So, I'll talk to him about that when the time comes.
Plus, I hate the idea that the machine I do have will go to waste.
Thursday, I got to work late. I woke up feeling like I was in a fog. As I explained to Andy:
9:56:47 AM outsdr0001: I just can't function today.
The fogginess/whatever it was never really lifted. Thursday, I also got my haircut. I think Steve the barber was feeling the heat, too, because he wasn't as gentle as he normally is with his clippers. It was absurdly hot in Lander, too. (98 degrees F, matching the highest temp on record. Far more humid than normal, too, which is why our evaporative cooler wasn't doing much.) I just got more sluggish and disoriented and nauseated as they day went on. By the time I left work, I just wanted to go home and go to sleep. After a shower, because I'd just gotten my haircut. I set the shower to my normal settings (I am not one of those people that fusses over the shower to get the temperature 'just right', and I don't understand people that do. It's one full turn of the hot knob, half a turn of the cold knob, and it's ready. I'm not going to be in there for longer than 5 minutes regardless.) and got in.
And, I couldn't get the water cold enough to cool down. I turned the hot down further and further until it was practically off, then turned the cold knob on stronger and stronger. I felt like I was still sweating under all that water. Finally, I started to cool down, and I did something unnormal for me- I just stood there (well, I actually kinda collapsed against the wall) and let the water run over me for about five minutes, until I didn't feel as sick any more.
I didn't really perk up for the rest of the evening. I didn't eat any dinner, just went to bed a little early. I'm fairly certain I had a mild case of heat exhaustion. My day was not made better by listening to my hypochondriac co-worker tell everyone who would listen, whether they cared or not, about her kidney stones and e-coli infection in her urinary tract.
Friday, I was feeling a little better. Not as sluggish in the head, thankfully, or the body. Wasn't as hot, either. I got my work done and got some sleep and got to work and here I am.
I also finally broke down and started playing some games on FaceBook- Words with Friends (A scrabble-like game that seems to hae a very loose understanding of what are actual words) that I never seem to win even though I play AWESOME words (like AWESOME) and SongPOP, a song identification game that I do much better on. I'm slowly pigeon holing my social media. Facebook is for keeping up with friends and old acquaintances, and is more fluff than anything. Tumblr is where I look at and post pictures, mostly (I have so many I have saved over the years on my hard drive that I thought were interesting, and suddenly, I can share them with people that think they're interesting too! It's weird though- a lot of my stuff gets liked and reblogged by people who aren't following me or anyone I follow, and I can't figure out how the hell they find my stuff. Weird.) . LiveJournal is for in-depth reporting. Google+ has been abandoned, and Twitter is too overwhelming to even approach any more (I love how personal it feels, but I can't keep up with it, and it messes up my brain when I skip over anything.)
I hope everyone else's week has gone well, too.
Granted, it is 3 am. And I slept for 3 hours this evening. But anyway ...
After being ever so gently (Ha!) prodded by my LJ friends to call my doctor and get shit straightened out with the CPAP machine, I did so on Tuesday. (But seriously, I love you guys!) Anyway, I talked to Debbie, the doctor's assistant (she's great) and told her what was going on, mentioned the nosebleeds, and she started laughing (it's fine, we have that kind of relationship) then composed herself and said she shouldn't laugh, because it's not funny. I said that it kinda is funny, and she said, yeah, it is. Anyway, she said she'd put a call into the local sleep care specialist or whatever.
He called me Thursday. Told me that he'd have me do an overnight O2 level study, then something else, then something else, and then talk to my insurance, and then get me a brand new machine just for me. I told him I had just done an O2 study about 2 months ago, and my doctor should have the results. This actually seemed to fluster him a little, like I'd made him break from script or something. Anyway, he said he'd talk to my doctor, then get back with me. All told, he said, it should take about a month to get everything done. The good thing is, all the necessary studies and tests can be done at home. The bad part is, I really don't WANT a new machine - there's really nothing WRONG with the one I have, except that it's set wrong and I probably have the wrong machine. And sure, as he said, insurance will 'pay' for the new machine- except I have a $1,000 deductible that I haven't even dented this year. I don't really want to shell out $500 for a new machine! So, I'll talk to him about that when the time comes.
Plus, I hate the idea that the machine I do have will go to waste.
Thursday, I got to work late. I woke up feeling like I was in a fog. As I explained to Andy:
9:43:57 AM outsdr0001: This morning I felt like a truck was running over my head. No ... more like I was buried under a lot of wet blankets.
9:44:07 AM obliviator1 Lantz: oh suffocating?
9:44:20 AM outsdr0001: Not exactly. It was just my brain.
9:44:24 AM outsdr0001: Not my lungs.
9:44:27 AM outsdr0001: I'm not making any sense.
9:44:30 AM obliviator1 Lantz: ah
9:44:35 AM obliviator1 Lantz: potato
9:45:11 AM outsdr0001: exactly
9:56:47 AM outsdr0001: I just can't function today.
The fogginess/whatever it was never really lifted. Thursday, I also got my haircut. I think Steve the barber was feeling the heat, too, because he wasn't as gentle as he normally is with his clippers. It was absurdly hot in Lander, too. (98 degrees F, matching the highest temp on record. Far more humid than normal, too, which is why our evaporative cooler wasn't doing much.) I just got more sluggish and disoriented and nauseated as they day went on. By the time I left work, I just wanted to go home and go to sleep. After a shower, because I'd just gotten my haircut. I set the shower to my normal settings (I am not one of those people that fusses over the shower to get the temperature 'just right', and I don't understand people that do. It's one full turn of the hot knob, half a turn of the cold knob, and it's ready. I'm not going to be in there for longer than 5 minutes regardless.) and got in.
And, I couldn't get the water cold enough to cool down. I turned the hot down further and further until it was practically off, then turned the cold knob on stronger and stronger. I felt like I was still sweating under all that water. Finally, I started to cool down, and I did something unnormal for me- I just stood there (well, I actually kinda collapsed against the wall) and let the water run over me for about five minutes, until I didn't feel as sick any more.
I didn't really perk up for the rest of the evening. I didn't eat any dinner, just went to bed a little early. I'm fairly certain I had a mild case of heat exhaustion. My day was not made better by listening to my hypochondriac co-worker tell everyone who would listen, whether they cared or not, about her kidney stones and e-coli infection in her urinary tract.
Friday, I was feeling a little better. Not as sluggish in the head, thankfully, or the body. Wasn't as hot, either. I got my work done and got some sleep and got to work and here I am.
I also finally broke down and started playing some games on FaceBook- Words with Friends (A scrabble-like game that seems to hae a very loose understanding of what are actual words) that I never seem to win even though I play AWESOME words (like AWESOME) and SongPOP, a song identification game that I do much better on. I'm slowly pigeon holing my social media. Facebook is for keeping up with friends and old acquaintances, and is more fluff than anything. Tumblr is where I look at and post pictures, mostly (I have so many I have saved over the years on my hard drive that I thought were interesting, and suddenly, I can share them with people that think they're interesting too! It's weird though- a lot of my stuff gets liked and reblogged by people who aren't following me or anyone I follow, and I can't figure out how the hell they find my stuff. Weird.) . LiveJournal is for in-depth reporting. Google+ has been abandoned, and Twitter is too overwhelming to even approach any more (I love how personal it feels, but I can't keep up with it, and it messes up my brain when I skip over anything.)
I hope everyone else's week has gone well, too.
