I did an image search of the doll Melanie says she’s sending, and it appears to be that of a Hasidic Jew. 

Also ordered a silver ankle bracelet with my points from my health insurance plan. They gave me points for getting my A1C tested but not yet for my physical. I miss toe rings and polish! But toe rings are hard to clean around, and polish will only lead to fungus. I used to have such colorful, fancy feet, lol.

Anyway, yesterday was an absolutely horrible day. I felt so miserable I just wished I could cease to exist! My sleep was fragmented to hell thanks to storms and leaks and whatnot, and was broken up into sections, and I just can't handle that shit as an older person with CF. Even with my mouth taped and no leaks coming out of my mouth, my cheeks sometimes balloon with trapped air.

Tom did more research and tweaked the clinical settings on my CPAP, insisting that what he did will help, but I still say the CPAP is all wrong for me, and half the time it's going to be a problem. So I got the ball rolling for the near year it's going to take to hopefully get a mouth guard. I don't see why I wouldn't qualify or why that wouldn't help more. So we picked out one nearby that's in-network, and I messaged Rhonda requesting a referral.

I will tell her about the Doxepin nightmare when we have our virtual meeting at the end of next month. If all continues to go well, I will keep taking the Levo consistently and hit the lab around the 1st.

So like I said, I was utterly over the top and off-the-charts batshit exhausted yesterday that I spent 90-something percent of the day having to lie around in bed. I feel like I accomplished very little. I felt a little better when Tom got up and I had him to vent to. Last time around was the opposite, and I slept amazingly well. Sadly, part of the reason is that I took a full Clonazepam. I haven't taken any in several days, and when I do, I usually only take half. But I needed to get some real sleep so bad that I took a full one and was lucky enough not to have any major leaks. The cradle shifted slightly at one point and blew extra air toward the side, but there were no storms to wake me up and I didn’t have to get up and pee. No waking up for no reason over and over, or any nightmares either. Of course I'm still tired, though, because the Clonazepam is still in my system and I can never sleep well enough long enough to fully pay off my sleep debt. Plus, I do still have chronic fatigue on top of it all. My schedule is now so that I can get some morning sunlight. The Clonazepam should start wearing off in a few hours, so between that and when the sun comes up, I should perk up a little more.

I found my HRV on Fitbit was zero so many times, but Tom thinks it just didn't register. I don't know about that, though, because everything else registers just fine. It's very rare but possible to have an HRV of zero, and I have a bad habit of doing rare really well. It's my specialty. Whether it's real or not, my HRV is always lower than normal.