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9:54pm May 9, 2013
Picture taken in the dark during my sleep study I’m almost glad I found out how much of an asshole my sleep doctor was. Because now he’s gone. I mean I already knew he was one of the ones trying to talk me into death. But I went into the sleep study because I was getting an oxygen reading of 75 and waking up really pale. And he told the tech that I was going in because I lost weight, and would need less pressure. He didn’t inform her I had central sleep apnea. He didn’t inform her I use a bipap rather than a cpap, and that my settings are extremely complicated due to the central apnea. I had to inform her that, then she had to look up my precise settings in the computer. When I woke up in the morning, she said things would have gone really bad for me if I’d started at a lower pressure. That she couldn’t tell exactly what pressure I needed for the obstructive apnea, because the central apnea settings kept butting in and taking over whenever I didn’t breathe long enough, but that someone more of an expert would be able to tell. And now my pulmonologist – the one who did every damn thing she could to save my life, the one who never disbelieves me about the extent of medical discrimination I encounter as a disabled person – is going to be the one reading my sleep studies from now on. Yay!

Picture taken in the dark during my sleep study

I’m almost glad I found out how much of an asshole my sleep doctor was. Because now he’s gone. I mean I already knew he was one of the ones trying to talk me into death. But I went into the sleep study because I was getting an oxygen reading of 75 and waking up really pale. And he told the tech that I was going in because I lost weight, and would need less pressure. He didn’t inform her I had central sleep apnea. He didn’t inform her I use a bipap rather than a cpap, and that my settings are extremely complicated due to the central apnea. I had to inform her that, then she had to look up my precise settings in the computer.

When I woke up in the morning, she said things would have gone really bad for me if I’d started at a lower pressure. That she couldn’t tell exactly what pressure I needed for the obstructive apnea, because the central apnea settings kept butting in and taking over whenever I didn’t breathe long enough, but that someone more of an expert would be able to tell.

And now my pulmonologist – the one who did every damn thing she could to save my life, the one who never disbelieves me about the extent of medical discrimination I encounter as a disabled person – is going to be the one reading my sleep studies from now on. Yay!

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