Tuesday, July 25, 2006
I am Darth Vader, cough cough
Well, I am officially turning into Darth Vader. I think it was
inevitable. First I get his light saber. Then I go dressed up as him to
the premiere of Episode III and now I get to wear a mask to bed that
helps me breathe. All I need is a son that chops off my hand and I will
be complete. I heard back from the doc that I have "severe sleep apnea",
where I wake up more than 100 times a night, and I need to come in again
to get a CPAP machine tested on me. That is the same machine my mom uses
for her sleep apnea. I did some research though and found that the CPAP
machine also helps with GERD so I might be fixing 2 thing with one
punch. The downer is that I have to wear a mask to sleep, which might be
very uncomfortable. I guess I will have lots of dreams that I am scuba
diving or using the force. Apparently I am only 31 and have the health
of a person who is 61. I think it is a sign. It is written on the wall.
I should retire, get Bermuda shorts, move to a Florida retirement
community, take up golf and buy lots of hard candy.
Thought of the Day
"Kramer, you can't live down here. This is where people come to die."
- Jerry, discovering Kramer has moved to a retirement community in
Florida, in "The Wizard"
I actually had a moment of terror after lunch today. I was in the restroom, and decided I didn't like the way my tie looked so I decided to re-tie it to my liking. Once it was untied, I had a major brain fart and had no clue how to tie the thing. You first off have to understand, I've been tieing one of these stupid things 4 days a week since 1999. I can tie them in my sleep. But, for some reason, I could not remember how to do it to save my life. After about ten minutes, and multiple trial and errors, I finally got it. Maybe my memory is going. Brian can't sleep and I can't remember simple tasks. Getting old sucks.
Peety
Mr. T
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