Trevor's Tales

Well,
I've had the night time breathing equipment for about a week or so now and I can't say I feel that much better in the day. There is some improvement, maybe it will take time to work through.
I am getting R E M sleep again now, which has to be a bonus. Janet Short's breasts, which have filled my dreams since my schooldays are back again and I tend to feel properly, yawningly, tired in the day now, instead of existing in a sort of robotic trance.

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The novelty of wearing the face mask has worn off and I actually find it quite soothing now. The noise of the airflow through the device blocks out the dragon's snoring so I think that helps me get a better quality sleep too.
Not unexpectedly, the novelty of my Darth Vader impressions wore off during the first night, at least as far as she is concerned. I still attempt them; In fact I feel I'm quite an expert now. I've written to George Lucas about being considered for the next Star Wars cartoon.
The worst thing about wearing the mask is when you get an itch on your nose, I try valiantly to ignore it, but it just seems to get worse. I even tried the tip I've often heard people with arms and legs in plaster pass on, where you imagine the itch moving up your leg to a place where you can actually scratch it, but it doesn't work. All that happens with mine is that the itch starts screaming 'scratch me' or I get a secondary itch in the place I'm trying to get the first one to move to. Last night I ended up with a head full of itches and only two sets of fingers.
The other problem is getting a drink. I have to push the face mask up to my forehead, losing all the pressure in the mask in the process before I can gulp down a mouthful of water. Last night as I lay in bed, I thought about the benefits of adapting the air pump to incorporate a second hose that would, at the flick of a switch, pump water instead of air into the face mask.
My ingenuity backfired when, after falling asleep I dreamt that my mask was full of water and I was drowning. I woke up coughing and spluttering, convinced I was on my way out. I had to check the machine twice before I convinced myself that I wasn't pumping water.
Phew! It was all a bad dream, but at least I'm dreaming again.