I know that this isn't exciting. Most other folks will be out seeing movies, having dinner, going to concerts, and the like. But, me? Snug in my bed.
Why am I looking forward to sleeping tomorrow night? Because my damned CPAP machine will, at long last, be properly adjusted.
The result of the sleep study from over a month ago was that to get proper stage three sleep my CPAP needed to be at 10. (I'm not sure what '10' measures, but whatever.) It is currently at four. In fact it has been at four for several years so I've not been getting good rest in all that time.
Imagine waking up feeling like you could just go right back to sleep. Imagine wanting to take naps during the day. Imagine fuzzing out in the middle of conversations. Imagine not being able to concentrate. Imagine not being able to remember things. That has been me. And I'm so very much looking forward to making all that go away.
The technician contacts me tomorrow to walk me through adjusting the machine. Can't wait.
I did have some difficulty with the doctor's office to make this happen. After I met with the doctor a couple weeks ago, he agreed that the machine setting needed adjusting, and he said that the office would contact me to pass along the instructions to my CPAP provider. A couple days later they did call me and I shared with them that I worked with Respicare. I rang off thinking that was that.
Then I waited. After a few days I called Respicare and they said they hadn't received the script from the doctor, and naturally they couldn't do anything until they had that. After another day of this I left a voicemail with the doctor's office. Then another the next day. Eventually someone returned my call and we had a very discombobulating conversation. Clearly the office person couldn't wait to get me off the phone; worse yet, she gave me contradictory information. Whereas before I was told that Respicare would be contacted, she told me that the insurance company does that. (It doesn't.) We went round and round until she just sighed and gave me another number for a different doctor's office, presumably the one that did the sleep study. I think she just wanted to hand me off to someone else; and, frankly, I knew that I wasn't going to get any satisfaction from the call, so I was eager to end the conversation, too.
I knew what had to be done.
I've found that recalcitrant bureaucracy withers in the face of physical presence. So I took the time to drive to the doctor's office today to confront them. And, sure enough, within half an hour it was sorted. I just got a call from Respicare to arrange to meet with the technician. Shame I had to drive to the doctor's office to make this happen, but that's what you sometimes have to do.
At the sleep study I got a taste of what a good night's rest is like. Those that know me are aware I am in no way a morning person. And yet there I was wide awake, cogent, and lucid at 5:30am. Yowza.