CPAP Blues

I didn’t want to do it, but I’ve made a command decision. From now on, when I stay at my parents house I am taking the CPAP machine with me. If I’m only going to get three hours of sleep at least it will be decent sleep. Part of avoiding it was because I didn’t want to lug a jug (hehe, lug a jug, that rhymes) of distilled water back and forth. So I filled up the tank and then dumped it into a water bottle. I’ll take one night’s worth of water at a time. Ugh.

I’m doing it, damn it.

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