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truepennyThings you never want the technician to say: "Wow, I've never seen that before."
The best guess is that that particular Cthulhu machine is defective; they gave me a new one rather than trying to get clever. So last night, I set it up, with the distilled water for the humidifier and all the connectors connected, and it did in fact turn on with the menu screen and everything.
And eventually, I went to sleep.
I would not say that I slept well. It's difficult, for one thing, to get your head comfortably situated without disrupting the seal on the nasal pillows (which is what they call the thing that fits in your nose). Then there's the part where rolling over requires a good deal of forethought and planning (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lydy, I do not have the type of rig that allows the tubing to be anchored, but the suggestion about up and over was helpful nevertheless--thank you!). On the other hand, I only got the tubing wrapped around my neck once. And speaking of the tubing, it is EXACTLY like a tentacle; it has a mind of its own and flails about the bed in an exasperting way, especially if you have gotten up and are coming back to bed and trying not to wake your long-suffering spouse as you grope about--NOT HELPED, I might add, by the way the menu screen backlights itself whenever the machine is turned on or off. I mean, the light is great, you can practically read War and Peace in the original by that light, even if you don't read Russian, but it's awfully hard on the other person trying to sleep in the bed.
The sensation of having air blown into one's nostrils all night is disconcerting and got into my dreams, which were weird even for me. (There was one about Punky Brewster (which I watched maybe all of three times, and which I have not thought about in a good thirty years--proving that the brain stores everything, just in case), in which Punky grows up to be a very noir, hardboiled cop.) And I kept waking up, either because I was making horrible snorting sounds or because I was dreaming I was making horrible snorting sounds.
Or maybe that's the sound a moonbeast makes right before it tears your face off. I dunno.
mirrorthaw has to get up about an hour before I do, so when his alarm went off, I admit it, I wrenched the thing off my head and TURNED THE FUCKER OFF. And gleefully rolled over to go back to sleep.
The best guess is that that particular Cthulhu machine is defective; they gave me a new one rather than trying to get clever. So last night, I set it up, with the distilled water for the humidifier and all the connectors connected, and it did in fact turn on with the menu screen and everything.
And eventually, I went to sleep.
I would not say that I slept well. It's difficult, for one thing, to get your head comfortably situated without disrupting the seal on the nasal pillows (which is what they call the thing that fits in your nose). Then there's the part where rolling over requires a good deal of forethought and planning (
lydy, I do not have the type of rig that allows the tubing to be anchored, but the suggestion about up and over was helpful nevertheless--thank you!). On the other hand, I only got the tubing wrapped around my neck once. And speaking of the tubing, it is EXACTLY like a tentacle; it has a mind of its own and flails about the bed in an exasperting way, especially if you have gotten up and are coming back to bed and trying not to wake your long-suffering spouse as you grope about--NOT HELPED, I might add, by the way the menu screen backlights itself whenever the machine is turned on or off. I mean, the light is great, you can practically read War and Peace in the original by that light, even if you don't read Russian, but it's awfully hard on the other person trying to sleep in the bed.The sensation of having air blown into one's nostrils all night is disconcerting and got into my dreams, which were weird even for me. (There was one about Punky Brewster (which I watched maybe all of three times, and which I have not thought about in a good thirty years--proving that the brain stores everything, just in case), in which Punky grows up to be a very noir, hardboiled cop.) And I kept waking up, either because I was making horrible snorting sounds or because I was dreaming I was making horrible snorting sounds.
Or maybe that's the sound a moonbeast makes right before it tears your face off. I dunno.
mirrorthaw has to get up about an hour before I do, so when his alarm went off, I admit it, I wrenched the thing off my head and TURNED THE FUCKER OFF. And gleefully rolled over to go back to sleep.
