Part of the uncompromising fun of having sleep apnea is discovering that your CPAP machine doesn’t work for you.

The next fun part is when you get CPAP-incompatible-shamed by the CPAP people when you return the machine. Seriously. I’ve been treated more respectfully by high-school bullies. Anyway, I’m about to find out the fun (read: hopefully, FINALLY sleep-through-the-night rest) of wearing this custom-made opaque-blue air-passage-opening dental appliance, which after months of insurance hoops and scheduling delays and measurements and waiting finally became mine this afternoon. And it came in a teeth-festooned bag!

So here goes nothing. Wish me rest ...