Apparently I’ve been defying death my whole life. Not something I expected to find out, but now I know I think it’s the reason I’ve never felt the desire to leap out of an airplane or cliff dive. I apparently get all the adrenaline rush anyone could need just going to sleep, nearly dying, then wrenching myself from sleep only to repeat the pattern (if the test can be believed) every five or so minutes until the alarm goes off.
I have sleep apnea. A fun fact I discovered while visiting two specialists and doing a half dozen seemingly random tests as my doctor tried to figure out why I catch every cold that goes around and then some. (PS. I still don’t know.)
When the doctor suggested a sleep apnea test I wasn’t exactly enthusiastic. I was sceptical about how sleep apnea could cause repeated chest and sinus infections and I wasn’t exactly thrilled about sticking tubes up my nose while I slept so they could tell how much I wasn’t breathing. But I agreed because Andre was on the doctor’s side (apparently I snore) and I was hoping it would lead to something relevant.
So I tested, and I have it. (I’ve been getting a lot of “I told you so’s and significant elbows from Andre who was apparently right…again.)
In good news, this new type of broken has resulted in me becoming a part-time cyborg and that can’t be bad. (I’m sure I’ll work my way up to full-time.) I mean as a part-time cyborg, when the robots rise I’ll be seen as one of them, right?
Don’t worry, I’ll be a benevolent ruler…mostly.
PS. I’ve been informed that having a sleep apnea device doesn’t make you a cyborg and that robot overlords wouldn’t need a go-between with their human captives. I respectfully disagree.
PPS. I wonder if my characters will start having less traumatic experiences now that I don’t choke nearly to death every night. (I hope not.)