Have you ever put something down, turned around and then couldn’t find that item?  I did!  Oh lets be honest.  I lose stuff a dozen times a day, every day!  But this time I really lost it.  Oh how I’ve lost it.

Let me start from the beginning.  As I mentioned last week (or whenever I last wrote a blog post) that I was having some sleep studies done.  I’ve been pretty tired for some time now.  It had gotten to the point that I could barely make myself get off the couch and move around.  I napped every day for a couple of hours and sometimes longer.  Nope, its not out of boredom.  I have plenty to keep me busy . . . I just haven’t been able to do it.  I went to a new doctor a few weeks back and tried to explain to her how bad I felt.  As well as prescribing some new “happy pills,” she ordered the sleep study.

I was scheduled for this past Tuesday night.  However, they had a cancellation the week before and called to see if I wanted to come over.  I jumped at the chance.  I knew that this was going to be my cure all.  Now I had slept in that morning, took a long nap in the afternoon and had more than a few pots of coffee during the day.  Coffee has been the only thing that has kept me going.  Well also my nicotine, but we won’t talk about that now . . . yes, I am a smoker . . . hey, I am her Royal Badness!  When I got to the clinic, they insisted that I go to sleep around 10:30.  BWAHAHAHAHAHA now that was funny.  The technician had me sit in a chair while she wired me up.  Two little pads on each calf, tons on my head with this wonderful sticky glue like substance, and a few more strategically placed around my body.  Needless to say, when I stood up to go to bed, I walked on the wires attached to my calves and immediately pulled them all off.  Duh!  The tech said not to worry about it that it happened all the time.  Well if it happens all the time, then why don’t they put them on once you are in bed.  After a very restless sleep I awoke at 5:30.  I was just rolling over to snuggle in for what I KNEW was my best sleep time, when I heard my name over the intercom.  Damn, I had to get up and head home.  I drove home with the sticky glue still in my hair, smoking all the way and dreaming of the pot of coffee awaiting me.

In between doctor appointments, etc., we have had an ice storm and a wind storm.  The debris from the ice storm is still piled up in front of the house waiting for the county to pick it up.  Just this weekend, Mr. Stodgy added the newly fallen limbs and branches from the recent wind storm to the pile.  I tell you this because it is important.

Last Monday I went back to the sleep doctor.  I learned that I do not have sleep apnea.  So does this mean that I really don’t snore like my family tells me I do?  I’ve never heard myself snore so I know I don’t!  I need no comments here from the Rubbernecker Red-Hot Mamas who have shared rooms with me . . . okay?  I also learned that I do not go into REM sleep.  They think I don’t because my oxygen levels are too low.  I did not qualify for a CPAC.  However, they have given me some oxygen to use at night.  I’m adjusting . . . earplugs are a must . . .  and Mr. Stodgy says he has not heard me snore.  Well of course not!  I don’t snore!  I can say that I have been able to breathe better at night and no longer wake up in the morning all stuffy.  That is a good thing!

Oh and by the way, the new “Happy Pills” are to help with the smoking.  My new doctor thinks it will help me to quit.  I can’t say that they have helped too much for with that, but they have curbed my appetite . . . another good thing!  She also has me back on a very strict diet.  I like this doctor . . . she actually wants me to come back for a follow-up.  That will keep me on my toes.

Tuesday last week was a wild day around here.  Because of the storms (well at least we want to think that) the refrigerator made a weird noise, smoked and then went out.  For the second time since September I lost the entire contents of the freezer just after Mr. Stodgy had been grocery shopping.  Yes, Mr. Stodgy does the grocery shopping.  He claims that I spend too much money.  Well I might because I buy food that can be used to prepare meals.  He doesn’t quite grasp that concept, so I cook what he brings in.  Hey if it’s not here, I can’t cook it!  BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Anyhoo, on Tuesday the repairman came for the refrigerator.  When I purchased the fridge about 5 years ago, it was a little too big for the spot but the delivery men shoved it in anyway.  To get the fridge out this past Tuesday, I had to actually remove the base cabinet and counter top from the wall.  Fun times . . .  Oh yeah!  Now it gets better!  While all this was going on, the man came to deliver my oxygen.  Talk about bouncing from one area of the house to the other.  I finally had to ask the oxygen guy to hold on a bit or I wouldn’t remember what he was telling me.

I truly can’t remember what happened during the last part of the week.  It seems I was on the phone quite a bit, some errands maybe . . . but I never made it to the studio.  I could not bring myself to walk down to the studio.   I lost it . . . I lost my mojo!  So I just decided to take the entire week off and try to rejuvenate!  I still haven’t walked into the studio but hopefully I’ll make it in there soon.

Damn, I wish I could have told you that I have been MIA because I won the lottery, moved to a private island and was being served by cabana boys!