Being grumpy...

Organplayer

My wife asked me when I was going to stop tracking my numbers for my cpap.
I was so stunned I was left speechless. Apparently I am being obsessive.

Fortunately for me my wife has been understanding and i have been educating her and show her my numbers and reports, especially when i have a bad night i can show her what happened be it leaks or whatever, and she doesn't seem to mind or act bored. Could be your wife is feeling left out or may be she feels you are spending too much time on the PC looking at reports or on cpaptalk which takes away time you could be spending with her. You may need to start hiding with your computer ha! ha! a closet case checking your therapy by yourself (just kidding) and i don't think anyone who is being proactive in monitoring treatment is obssesive its your treatment and your well being that matters.

Dale

Organplayer wrote:My wife asked me when I was going to stop tracking my numbers for my cpap.
I was so stunned I was left speechless. Apparently I am being obsessive.

Am I? I have started seeing trends and learning, but am I being OC?

Kevin

My wife asks me if I'm keeping track of my numbers (even asks me what they are when I've had a couple of rough nights).

However, she does think that I'm a little obsessed with this forum, but she also knows I'm a bit obsessive anyway.

DreamDiver wrote:Here I envision an intervention team comprised of family members, local religious leaders and police trying to pry the smart card reader out of my twitching fingers saying things like "Okay -- nice and slow, buddy -- put down the smart card." And there I sit in a shadowed corner - cheeks, teeth and widened eyes highlighted only by the screen of my laptop...

DreamDiver,

That's just too funny .

You had me picturing the intervention team all gathered around . . .

. . . screeching at the whine of your CPAP as they're struggling to pull the mask off your face, the card from your hands . . .

The pantyhose from your forehead . . .

The nasal spray from your nose . . .

. . . but no, you've just gotta satisfy that craving for silicone, fresh air, and hard data.