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
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.