Publishing, light bulbs and CPAP.

I can’t believe I’m going to put this out here today, but there is a point to share with you that I believe applies to everything we do—whether it’s changing over the light bulbs in your house according to the new legislation changes that are coming about in the next couple of years, or to all the new ways of the writing and publishing world, so here goes . . .

This morning I received instructions on how to use my new CPAP (Continuous Positive Airway Pressure) machine and mask to help me achieve more efficient sleep. Two recent sleep studies revealed I suffer multiple hypopneas (shallow breathing) during the night as I attempt to sleep. The test results indicated that my body wasn’t getting enough air. The docs want us at least at 90%, and preferably 95% or higher. Mine was showing a scary figure of 82%. 

I tried on several different masks. What you need to understand is that I am a wee tad bit claustrophobic so when something is fitted over the nose and mouth, it feels terrifying. And when hooked up to the machine set to the airflow pressure calculated for our need to help keep the airway open, we claustrophobes tend to clutch and rip at the mask to get it off because we’re afraid we’re going to suffocate. 

It was overwhelming to look at all those different mask sizes and choices, and that big breathing box and realize that this is now a part of my life–if I want to have productive, revitalizing sleep and not end up with hypertension or diabetes or heart disease because I’m not getting all the oxygen that I need while sleeping. 

The technician told me she has patients in their young teens who have to use these machines. This stuff just happens. 

She also helped me understand that all I have to do is keep breathing like I normally do when the mask is on; the machine isn’t working against me. I’m going to have to focus to work on accepting this, but I will be okay even though I will feel scared for the first little while.

While I’m grateful there is help, I felt sad as I drove my new sleeping companion home today. You’re going to look like a member of a nuclear waste clean-up team when you lay down to sleep from now on. 

It’s all these dang transitions, ya’ know? They just keep on coming, and some days I think many of us wish they’d—just—slow up a bit. 

But they don’t—and they won’t, of course. 

A while back I had the privilege of interviewing an independent publisher. He told me he loved books—the real kind that you can hold, smell and have to turn the pages yourself. He said he was opposed to the Kindles and the Nooks and all the new reading toys when they first came out, but he also realized that it wasn’t up to him to decide how someone else should read their books, so decided to convert his products so they could be available as eBooks as well. He said he wasn’t sure if they’d sell that way for him or not—but he was going to give it a go. 

Soon we won’t be able to buy the same light bulbs we’ve been buying most of our lives. We need to move on to newer, more efficient ones. 

Some people like all the new electronic readers and gadgets. Others will never buy even one. 

Life grew a bit more complicated for me this morning when my appointment was finished. Getting ready for bed is going to require more than just jumping into my jammies and crawling under the covers.  

From now on I’m going to have to put on a mask, adjust the straps and dials, lay back and remind myself to simply breathe. 

When you look at all the changes going on about us, whether it’s dealing with the publishing world or finding new paths for ourselves, maybe some deep, concentrated breathing can be our best friend, along with a willing sidekick named adapt

If you have any doubts in the human ability to adapt, please click here to enjoy an exceptional bit of inspiration.

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4 thoughts on “Publishing, light bulbs and CPAP.

  1. Ahh my darling Rebecca: we’re living life in a mirror. 18 years ago I began my Cpap journey; I am fortunate enough to know two of the co-creaters on the Bi-pap/Cpap machines and they were the two who diagnosed me as their “worst female case ever.” LOL. I’m pretty sure they were talking about my condition not my persona. Anyway, I am the poster patient for these things, and have lectured, mentored and scolded users for years. I cannot even nap without my machine, and girl, you should see the looks of terror on passing drivers who look over and see me fully outfitted driving long distance trips. LOL. As Aunte Mame said: “Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death.” But not us, girl. We are laughing our way down the table and giving high-fives at the dessert. Love ya’ and so glad you didn’t “hide in the closet”. You are gonna’ feel “maaaaaaaaaaaaaavelous, dahling.” Trust me.

    • Oh, no…..I’m not the closet type! 😉

      Just wish you were here tonight to guide me through this first night as I hook things up for the first time. I didn’t know you had one of these critters living with you, too.

      I expect there will be some laughs coming from our bedroom tonight. (Noww—everyone just behave yourself a moment while I explain…!) I brought home the least invasive style–for over the nose only. Which means–if I try to talk while the air is flowing I sound like a Darth Vader on estrogen!! ;-D

  2. One of our friends had to get this machine. I would see it as a huge inconvenience, so i understand what you are dealing with. But we do what we have to do, and adjusting and adapting is a big part of life. Good luck with it!

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