[Sca-cooks] EK Arms and Marzipan Drumsticks

[Ted Eisenstein]

>_Think_ how embarrassed I would be to tell the Authorities Up Wherever
>that I died from sleep apnea. No, this is being taken care of tomorrow,
>but when it was diagnosed a while back, they tried to impress upon me
>how potentially dangerous it was, presumably so I wouldn't go buy a
>bottle of Snore-b-Gone or something like that. Then, of course, after
>telling me how dangerous it all is, they took almost a month to set up
>the machine thingy that is supposed to get a handle on this condition.

It _is_ potentially dangerous, in the same way that, oh, diabetes is.
If properly treated, an apneic should lead a normal-length life; if
not properly treated, he'll get slowly worse, step by step, inch by
inch, until one day he wakes up not breathing at all, or with nasty
cardiac problems, or some such, and *poof* there goes the whole
day, and the extra 20 or 30 or 40 years he might have had, had he
taken care of himself.
It's not as if today you have it, and if you don't do something by
next week, you're dead, like appendicitis. Fortunately.

The machine thingy is a CPAP. Wonderful machine, and not only
does it help you breathe but the gentle shoosh-shooshing of the
air pump helps lull you to sleep. . .

. . . and I hope you got a model with the tiny little hole that allows
for 12-volt adaptors, for when you want to go camping at Pennsic
or Estrella or Gulf Wars or <wherever>. That little hole, and
a 12-volt deep-discharge marine battery, Are Good Stuff, Maynard.

(Me? Have a CPAP myself? Nah, can't be. <grin>)

Alban