I am so tired.
Knowing that sleep problems are a part of having Parkinson’s disease doesn’t make having a problem any more tolerable. It could be worse: I could be getting no relief at all.
I sleep with a C-PAP, basically a compressor that shoots air under pressure through my nose and into my lungs. The system keeps my upper airways from collapsing at the instant an exhale turns to inhale.
Without it, I would suffer an average of 67 “waking incidents” per hour, all night long, every night. The day after my first night in a sleep lab was bliss, and it only got better as the months went by. My long twilight of ill temper and dulled thought receded into long-term memory.
Every so often, the new routine is disrupted. Maybe it’s the congestion from low-level, seasonal allergies. It could be the new headgear, which gets replaced every few months (the tubing develops pinholes in regular use).
Whatever. The last few days have been tough. I’m slowly gaining more uninterrupted hours each night, but the cumulative effect has been increasingly apparent. Here’s hoping for a good night.