‘Twas the night before Monday

‘Twas the night before Monday and at Jason's house, he wrestled and he struggled to get ready for bed.

A long ago diagnosis of sleep apnea has resulted in four different machines, a humpteen dozen masks for CPAP, various sleep aides, four or five dental appliances including the last one I broke in my sleep, four weight losses of 30 pounds that all jumped back on me and then some and still very little sleep.

Such was the case this night. I struggled to put on my Darth Vader machine, but I managed. The hose kept coming unattached, which is frustrating, despite the fact I really don't want a hair dryer blowing at full force down my throat all night.