I should have written yesterday because today I am totally exhausted. It’s happening again, and I’m back to suffocating awake like I did the day before yesterday. The AHI score was up to 7, and now it’s up to 12. I woke up struggling to breathe many times both last night and the night before, leaving me utterly drained and brain-fogging big time.

My worst fear is that I’m gonna have to choose between chipmunks or breathing issues, since I just don’t see myself getting a mouthguard. I don’t think we’re going to be able to afford the few insurance company plans they accept. These doctors are very limited and take only very limited types of insurance. Just when I thought I had it made and was going to get better and get my life back, this shit has to happen.

Whatever is cursing my sleep would make my sleep apnea worse after doing better, although that might not be the case. It could be that I was simply having a good spell from the time I started turning the ramp down until now. The best thing it could be is me slacking off on my steroid spray. Tom thinks that’s definitely it (reminding me that the ENT said my nose was swollen inside), and that would be wonderful because it would be simple enough to fix. But I don’t usually get off that easily. Before I crashed yesterday, I ramped it up to 5, but it didn’t help at all. Next, I’ll go to 6.

I also noticed sensitivity in the neck area the day after doing aerobics, so whether or not I have anything going on with the thyroid itself, that definitely aggravates it. So there’s another thing I have to give up that I enjoy doing.

I have 89 miles left to go on my ride. I did a survey the other day about shopping in VR stores, and that would be totally awesome! It would be great if we could shop in the privacy of our homes without people in the way, screaming kids, blasting music, etc., and see things much like they would appear in reality. I hope this becomes the future of shopping.

We were golfing yesterday when we thought someone was knocking on the door, but it turned out to be Toni’s door. Yeah, it’s that close to the wall of our house, and this is why I really worry about what we may end up with next. If they’re company junkies or always coming and going out of their storeroom, they could really make it feel like we’re in an apartment. Loud motors of any kind are my worst fear, with a problem dog being runner-up.

There’s more I want to write about, but I’m just way too damn tired. It’s gonna be a rough day ahead. I tried to sleep some more but I can’t. I feel like I’ve been kicked back to last April. This is horrible.

Well, I guess all I can do is hope that it really is because my nose is swollen from lack of snot spray. If not, then I’ll probably have to choose chipmunks over breathing issues since that’s the lesser evil. A mouthguard would be so much better, though. I don’t have the option of sleeping on my back at times, even with the CPAP, but with a mouthguard, I think I would. I was lying on my back the other day and mimicking the snoring sound I sometimes make on my back. I pulled my lower jaw out, and I couldn’t do it. 

Anyway, the nasal spray isn’t gonna take effect instantly, so it could be a week or two before I know exactly what’s going on. One thing I do know for sure is that my gasping awake and lung tightness never had anything to do with asthma or the steroid spray itself.

I downloaded this app called Car Out, and it’s kind of fun, except now I’m getting to the levels where I feel like I’m watching ads more than I’m playing the game. I guess I’ll send this through AI and Grammarly for correction, post it, and then do Mate’s daily tasks.

In some ways, digital dolls are more fun than regular dolls—their clothes never tear or fade or get dingy, and real dolls can’t move or talk.

I have to make my dentist appointment today too, and tomorrow we’re probably going to take Melanie’s gift to the UPS store.

Just met Tom. Not my Tom, who is donating plasma now, but the Tom that apparently, Little Miss Be Happy asked to weed Ray’s place. He seems pretty nice. He said he works on a lot of homes and moved down from Rhode Island five years ago.

I heard a little thunk and thought someone had put something on our step, so I opened the door a crack to see, and there he was. He said he tries not to come too early, but I told him I don’t care. When you don’t have a schedule, why should you? He seemed a little wowed by the fact that we came from California, but then said his kids live in SoCal.

Still have a small, hard reddish bump on my upper right arm, but not sure that it’s precancerous in any way.