I added Wall*E into my subject just because Court and I got to see it twice before it hit the theaters and just think it is adorable.
So, braces. I don’t have them. But I do have a retainer which has me investing in large quantities of denture cleaner. Alas, my back left teeth still do not touch, so Dr. Quo added a couple “buttons” and I now wear a rubber band waaaay back there. I look gooood putting it on. Buttons are really just brackets. I had issues with them, but I got over it. It’s a bit of maneavering to get the retainer on OVER the buttons, but I pretend it’s a puzzle and that I am challenging my pre frontal cortex. I so smart.
Sleep. I’ve slept better. But then again, I’ve slept much worse for years before now so you would think that I could be grateful for the sleep I get…and I am! Believe me! But I’ve been getting tired. And Monday was the last straw. First of all, the reason I got diagnosed at all was because Courtland kept saying he was so tired and he didn’t know why. So I started noticing that although he thinks he’s a heavy sleeper (and he LOOKS like a heavy sleeper when he’s asleep), he actually wakes up a little every time I woke up and moved. You know how you can tell someone is just in light and not deep sleep if they move? Well, I would wake up, move, and then he would move. So I moved into a different room and after about a week, lo and behold, he was far less sleepy. Over the past few months we have been getting more and more tired and blamed it on everything. The cold, the heat, the noise, the silence, the cats, and had resorted to blaming all the smoke in the area from California being on fire. I suspected bad things because I started having bad dreams (you know, shot in the gut, left to bleed to death, car stolen, the usual) and woke up snoring a few times (sooo attractive), and on Monday morning driving into work I was so sad to realise that I really wanted to pull over to the side of the road and take a nap. It just would feel so good! So I called Dr. Li and they got in me in to see him.
Of course seeing Dr. Li just makes the whole world disappear and it’s just me and him and my stupid jaw…did I metnion we were in a fight? I saw him a few weeks ago for a follow up (I know, I know, should I have mentioned my fatigue then? Shush. I figured he’d just tell me I was fat – using different words) and the FIRST thing he said as he burst into the room was “When’s the wedding?” WTF? Well, we moved past that random topic and chit chatted about stuff, then on his way out he said “Maybe he’s looking for a younger model.” Okay. WAR. I told the entire office. But when I went in last week all miserable and tired he poked his head in the door and said “Are we still fighting?” and I decided it wasn’t worth it to be mad at him. So I said no. And then we back to normal and he stuck things up my nose and peered into my throat and said he needed another sleep study. I asked what that would show and he said he wanted to know if I still had some apnea and if so, then he wanted to figure out how to get rid of it. Really? There may be other options before turning into Gonzo every night for the rest of my life? He said yes, for startes, you still have your tonsils. *gulp* I don’t know how I feel about any of this. Maybe it was the heat cold cats smoke and I don’t have any sleep apnea and this is all just a false alarm in my wanna be drama queen life. We shall see.
For now I am going to go take a shower and mentally prepare myself for the wonderful gluing of electrodes to my entire scalp and please oh please do not let them put that tube down my nose into my throat. Sleep well out there!