From APAP to CPAP

Between the hip joint pain - I'm calling it that until my doctor(s) tell me otherwise - and getting used to the new mask - this one nose-and-mouth - and the other ongoing stresses, last night was somewhat more fraught. I think I'd almost gotten used to having the machine wake me up whenever I'd started mouth-breathing instead of nose-breathing. More incidents per hour than the average of the previous week - 3.5/hour as opposed to 0.5 - but better than the 80+/hour at the sleep clinic overnight test back in February.

Sitting posture's always been difficult to maintain, and now I think that lack of maintenance is something else I'm paying for.

Found a bunch of books I'd lost interest in and planned to yard-sale away whenever I could. Early Wild Cards books. A couple of DC graphic novels (JLA: A League of One and GL: Fear Itself), and community college textbooks dating back over thirty years. Also, my grad ring from my badly-endured and now non-existent high school. I can't remember what it cost my parents to pay for it, but it's a mixed blessing to still have it in hand. High school was Not Fun. What I managed to learn was in spite of a number of my classmates, and some of the staff were kinder than others.