At 1:08 AM, I awoke to a burning smell and a grinding noise. Since I don't own a Sybian, I sit up and discover my CPAP is dying. It's been 16 years, it was a run. I spent the rest of the night sitting up on the couch, 'cuz it's less likely that I will die in my sleep that way.
I'm scheduled for a repeat sleep study on 12/18, but I will never make it until then. I'm the walking dead after
one night without CPAP. I call the sleep lab and tell them I will be fired, or dead, if they can't get me a sleep study tonight. A few hours later, they oblige. I head over there in a couple of hours. I got through the morning with a Loca Moca and the afternoon with a diet Dew. Not a pattern I care to repeat.