SP,
One thing, first of all -- I'm a side-sleeper. Always have been, likely always will be. I currently use the Tap Pap nasal pillow mask, which works great. I also used the Respironics Comfortlite 2 and the Aeiomed Headrest mask, which were great for side sleeping, but which have, unfortunately, been discontinued. (Respironics discontinued my CL2. The Aeiomed factory burned down... it's a plot against side sleepers, I tell you! A plot!)
I bought one king sized side sleeper pillow and one standard side sleeper pillow and stack them on top of each other. This gave me a latering effect so I could figure out how to arrange me and the mask.
Back at the beginning, it was all hard. Now I climb into bed, hook my Tap Pap to the hose which I have hanging over the pillow, pop the mouthpiece in, and turn on the machine, then adjust the nasal pillows. I read for a few minutes while breathing with the machine, then turn out the light, and sleep.
In 2008, I came to this Forum for information about something which was totally new and very distressing to me.
I was freakin' scared. 2008 was not a good health year for me, with cancer surgery and a 24" incision to deal with. Now they wanted me to spend the rest of my life sleeping with some god-awful mask and hooked up to a glorified hair drier?
I was crying when I came out of the doctor's office after getting the apnea diagnosis. I cried even harder when I realized it was not just OSA, but Complex Apnea. It was just too freaking much -- I'm claustrophobic, and the idea of the d@mned mask was more than I could handle. So I came home and started to research.
Last year, I reached the five year mark on the cancer, and am now considered cancer-free, although I will always carry the emotional scars of the fear engendered by that diagnosis.
My apnea journey, though, actually began in June of 2002, after gall bladder surgery. I began waking up with severe hip pain at around 2-3 hours. I would get up, go to the bathroom, take some anti-inflammatory medication, and go back to bed, lying awake until the meds kicked in and the pain eased. Three hours later, I would be awake again, to repeat, and then 2-3 hours later, the alarm would go off.
When I mentioned the pain issues to my GP, I was told to stop stuffing my face and lose some weight, and it would all clear up. The fact that I had, at that point, lost around 70 pounds was irrelevant: clearly, I was lying about what I ate. It was made clear to me that I
deserved to hurt. So I didn't mention my on-going exhaustion again.
Fast forward to 2008: I was tired all the time, falling asleep in my computer chair. I remember coming out of the rehab center where I did work for my knees, and looking across the parking lot at the sleep center, and wondering what it took to get a referral, since the GP had made it clear that if I would just lose weight, it would all clear up. My exhaustion was all my fault.
Then came the cancer diagnosis and surgery. (I had to get a second opinion on the cancer symptoms because when I presented them to the GP, his comment was to stop stuffing my face and lose some weight and it would all clear up. Needless to say, he is no longer my GP.)
In the hospital, even with loads of pain meds for the 24" incision, I was kept awake by hip pain. Worse, if I dosed off, an alarm on the oxygen would go off and wake me up -- and the nurse would come in and tell me I must have rolled on the tubing.
I actually healed very well and quickly from the surgery... but the PAIN would not go away. Finally, four months after the surgery, I was sent to a pain management specialist. She listened to my comments, including the part about being exhausted from lack of uninterrupted sleep -- I also mentioned the hip pain -- and sent me for a sleep study.
I made the comment that I knew the pain was disrupting my sleep... and the PM doctor stopped me right there, telling me that it was the other way around. That disrupted sleep was causing the pain. That the reason getting up in the middle of the night and moving around helped was because I was breathing again.
Well, I did have apnea, and I did need the ASV.
One thing I learned from this board was "The mask which works for me may not work for you" and "You may end up trying on a couple dozen masks before you find one which works well for you."
I got lucky -- the sleep center let me come up and try on several dozen the day of my titration. I got to try them under pressure -- and that was also when we determined I needed a Bipap. I was able to find one which worked for me that day.
But I still had to find something to keep my chin shut, because my claustrophobia kicked in when I tried most chin straps. That was how I invented my Brandy Keg.
Then I had to convince myself to sleep with the darn machine. Long hair and mask straps are a pain. Long hair, mask straps, and two long-haired Dachshunds in the bed, along with my husband gets even more interesting.
I should note that that's "interesting" in the sense of the Chinese curse, "May you live in interesting times."
I slept very deeply and completely once I managed to get to sleep -- but I woke up every three hours, just the way I had before, except I wasn't in pain. But my body was used to waking up every three hours, so it did.
I was sorely tempted to take off the mask, but decided that that was the sure way to the bad habit of rewarding myself for a Big Mistake. Because I didn't want to have to sleep with the mask, if I wake up and reward myself by taking it off, then I'll do it more often.
So, I decided I would not. Instead, I settled back, kept the mask on, and counted my breaths like sheep. If I lost count, I started over. Eventually, I would go back to sleep. To wake up about three hours later... again not in pain, since my ASV was handling the desaturations which caused the pain, but because my body was accustomed to waking in pain.
Each and every time, I was tempted to follow the old patterns which would have let me take off the mask, I firmly and consciously made the decision not to.
Eventually, sleeping with the mask was just something I
did.
Until my mask was threatened.
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I had no idea how critical my hind-brain considered that mask, because talk about adrenalin surges when I thought it was threatened...
Wow. Moral: Good deeds are great. Just make sure they don't come back to bite you.
I learned how important my ASV was to me here, during and after Hurricane Isaac.
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And the solution to that came close to beggaring us. But it was essential.
Power in a Storm:
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It DOES get better. I just got my new ASV, after using the Beastie for 5.5 years. I have a learning cycle all over because this one has different quirks from the way I've slept for so long.
Would I like to sleep without the machine? Sure... but I'm not going to lie to myself and tell myself that the hideously interrupted sleep I used to have is better just because I was more accustomed to it.
My Mom died of congestive heart failure -- one of the possible results of untreated apnea. I don't want to go there!
So I'll do whatever it takes to make my latest chapter in being a hosehead successful. You can, too.