Dervish

I’m in the wars *sigh*. Mostly it’s an infected wisdom tooth that is giving me the grumps. Subhanallah, we are such fragile creatures that a slight ache or pain makes us grumpy and gives us the irits. Well… those of us who have a bit of a way to go before being muttaqeen “one who has God-consciousness”.

I also suspect I am suffering from sleep apnea. Okay, bit embarrassing, but apparently - and I stress it’s an unproven allegation at this stage - I could snore for England. We’re talking setting the off the Richter scale snoring apparently, although I have my doubts. Ladies don’t snore, it’s biologically impossible isn’t it?

It took Abu Yasmin’s threat to move into Yasmin’s room to get me to the chemist. For some reason, the place where I live has a chemist that stocks the largest collection of sleep apnea solutions. So I toodled down there, thinking I could purchase a doohickey of some sort to help me stop the as-yet-unproven snoring, but I have to be diagnosed by a sleep doctor.

This involves an appointment with a specialist who refers me to a hospital for an overnight stay where they hook me up to all sorts to figure out whether or not I am stopping breathing when I sleep. Then another appointment works out the pressure of the machine that will keep the airways open as it were. Sounds very complicated to me, for what is essentially a sleeping aid for Abu Yasmin (I sleep fine during the night - he’s the one with the noise problem).

Except, that I’m not sleeping fine really - apparently sleep apnea can stop a person from getting proper restful sleep, the stuff that recharges the batteries, and can lead to further health complications down the track.

So, I saw my doctor for a referral, and I feel a bit of a dope, because I was there just a couple of weeks ago to get my current medication regime assessed and fiddled with, and here we go - I’m back for another visit. C’est la vie.

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