Sleeping beauty again

Ahhh peace reigns in my little bungalow again, especially now I have sent my concentrator to Coventry or should I say sent to my hall way.

It had got to crisis point as I was waking up feeling worse than what I did before I started on the overnight therapy and I was not a happy bunny. Wednesday night my ears were so tender from wearing earplugs (as we know I am a delicate flower) that the thought of wearing them again filled me with horror and I could still hear the blasted machine through them. The thing from hell sounds like an old fat man laying flat on his back making spluttering noises as escaping air vibrates through his lips... 2am it was me or the machine from hell and I was a woman possessed!
I dragged the machine puffing and panting (that was me and the machine) around my bedroom after doing a check that the air tubes were long enough to reach across the other side of my bedroom by jumping about my bed, cursing and blinding. I then cast it out into the hall way. Checked that I wouldn't break my neck in the dark over the leads etc when I fumbled about in the dark to go to the loo in about another hour and viola.. door shut and quiet enough to sleep and I have done for two nights now... hoorah! Fingers crossed that peace carries on in the Burden bungalow.

lots of love Debbie x