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deltadave wrote:
Milk run? Beer run?
Morning beer run, of course.
.Who puts milk on their cereal these days?
deltadave wrote:Did you ask or comment:
- Why are you using that mask when there may be about 80 that are more comfortable (although perhaps not, it could have been "non-vented", so that cuts down the field significantly)?;
- If you tighten the mask too tight, it's going to leave a hole in my nose by morning;
- If you tighten the mask too tight, you deactivate it's leak-sealing ability;
- If you put the mask on first and then turn on the machine, I get a surprise I don't want; and/or
- If you get me a "cheap" machine, not only will you save money, but I'll probably be able to use a few installed "comfort" options (unless you think I'm going to up and die during the night and want to run the alarm system).
Or did you leave them to make the same mistakes on the next person (not forgetting, of course, that they have some thoughts about all this, too)?
Deltadave, this wasn't a sleep lab. I had just suffered a major cardiac event, was wildly sleep-deprived, and had bigger fish to fry.
I could write "them" (one poor night-shift RT) a letter outlining your very valid points, but since this is my second time at the CHD rodeo, and my actuarial endpoint is in sight, I'd rather be sunning in the south of France.
Unfortunately, I have too many doctor's appointments to even consider booking a vacation, at least I do for now.
Still, I'm willing to C&P your points, but keep in mind that: BI is a huge institution, I'm not sure how to locate the right person to email your points to, or, if, given my utter lack of SDB credentials, they'd GAFF.
Offtopic: don't you think FFs are over-rated?
.Once you've done it once, it looses it's novelty, and squeezing a stewardess into those tiny bathrooms is real pain.
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BTW, that my "predicted" AE is much closer than I'd like for my age (55), my attitude (as a long-time jock) is this: there is nothing, not even hot sex in JetBlue's bathroom, that compares with being down 30 points in the fourth quarter of a basketball game, seeing the other team openly smirking, then engineering a can-you-believe-this-sh*t? comeback.
Of interest: I did meet with Dr. L, my NYC sleep doctor today, and we held a long, fruitful discussion on a wide variety of subjects.
. Besides my SDB, we discussed Dr. Hannibal Lecter (an amalgam of real-life SKs, one of them a very bright psychiatrist, still at large), my wife's body of work, Dr. L's prior work as a principal investigator on an anti-depressive study, and how he was pushed by the sponsoring pharmaceutical company to distort the study, and finally, how much of the gold-standard medical literature is "stepped on" in some way, shape or form.
When the subject turned to Dr K, Dr. L was familiar with his work, but as we got more technical about ASV, Dr. L said: "I'm a bit out of my league here, why don't we book you an appointment with Dr. G, he has a lot to say on the subject."
I'm scheduled to see Dr G on 2 p.m., Oct 4th.
Although, compared to other members of this BB, I don't know squat about ASV, I can hum a few bars, and if Dr. G has something of BB interest to say about ASV, Dr K, etc., I'll post it here (with Dr. G's perms, of course.)
And I'll bring the doc a nice Chianti, and even supply the fava beans.
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