Over the weekend, I had some limited success with the CPAP. The trick was to actually tape my mouth shut with masking tape to prevent air blowing into my mouth and down my esophagus. Well, hey, at least my reflux wasn't bothering me when that was happening. Today I received a chin strap from the equipment company. The idea is that it will stop my jaw from dropping open as my facial muscles relax, making the tape unecessary. This should also help prevent the horrid flatulance sounds that emit from the side of the mask just as I fall asleep. Now if I hear it I will know for sure it is Hobbes or Sweetie emitting such racket.
So, just as all this falls into place, I come down with a cold. We'll see how the CPAP does with that.
For some reason it occured to me that I could name my machine. Hey, some people have named their "bands." I think this guy is going to be around for a while. I'm sleeping with him. I should know his name after all.