I wake with my mouth taped shut One nostril barley open A kin to death I feel Another night; another hundred brain cells gone Woe is me I'm still alive... damn it Cursed with loneliness I strive to live on For Who would put a partner through this crap? A cracked or bruised rib adds to the fun insanity as depression ebbs then swells A monster worthy of a Shelly novel
Well said, George. Luckily it's not that bad for me. My partner is very supportive of my CPAP use. When we go to bed we cuddle and when she goes to sleep I turn over, don my mask and I'm off to sleep, too. You certainly don't need to be cursed with loneliness, I've only heard once on the forum about a partner being disturbed by the CPAP and I don't believe that was really the heart of the issue.
Sorry about the rib- that's got to be uncomfortable.