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Biguglygremlin

Biguglygremlin
Joined Nov 2018
Bio

Male aged 60+

Overweight

Very Severe Apnea

CPAP user since June 2014

Resmed 9

Pressure <12>

Nasal Pillows

Philips Nuance

RLS PLMD PTSD CFS RBD

Australia

Biguglygremlin
Joined Nov 2018
Bio

Male aged 60+

Overweight

Very Severe Apnea

CPAP user since June 2014

Resmed 9

Pressure <12>

Nasal Pillows

Philips Nuance

RLS PLMD PTSD CFS RBD

Australia

I have three chinstraps. Each a staunch friend and ally in my various battles.

Initially I was content to face my many adventures without allies but over time I found that I would come limping back to reality with a parched mouth and a serious hangover so I went in search of friends.

The first one was a single strap version and would disengage and leave the battle with the least provocation.

The second one was a bit more determined with two straps and the kind of tenacity I needed in an ally but it did nothing to enable my mask to stay in place during the long hours of darkness.

The third one was like a knight in full armour. Double reinforced tough and almost undefeatable in battle.

There was an added bonus too. It made me feel like royalty! After all didn't the man in the iron mask have royal blood?

Of course the downside of all that surplus armour is the endless itching and discomfort but that's part of the adventure right?

Unfortunately I have a skin condition which periodically feels like I have spilled acid on my face and chin. A serious distraction from the purpose of all that gear.

Last night I had another exciting dream. All fangs and claws. So I dragged myself out of bed and waited for the monster to fade off into the distance.

In the meantime I mowed off my hair and plastered cortizone all over my face, then found that my best friend, Courage, had packed his bags and gone on holiday. Seems like he wanted to find his own dragons and monsters to slay.

I can tell you I was rather put out with him deserting me in the early hours of the morning like that but I rallied my allies and decided that I would dig my old chinstrap out of it's crypt and equip it for battle once more.

Well the plan, born of desperation and lack of sleep, seemed like a good idea at the time but I had forgotten about the endless leaks and so I endured many hours of oxygen deprivation and the resulting consequences, feeling like I had spent the night on the rack.

Eventually dawn arrived and my oldest ally, Courage, returned so I was able to equip the iron mask and venture back into battle.

Who knew that a simple chin strap could be so much fun!