My Friend, the CPAP | Don McNay
"Now I lie in bed and think of her,
Sometimes I even weep.
Then I dream of her, behind the wall of sleep."
I have a dear friend who has kept me alive for over fifteen years.
My friend is called a CPAP machine.
I have a condition called sleep apnea. A doctor once told me that any man with a size seventeen collar or higher probably has sleep apnea or ought to be tested for it. I don't know what the criteria are for women, but anyone who gets up frequently at night could be a contender.
I went through about a decade where I obviously had sleep apnea and it was not diagnosed. I had a terrible time falling asleep and an even wo