What Luna the CPAP taught me about chilling out.
Last fall, I went to the doctor for what I thought was night-time asthma and got a diagnosis I didn’t expect. Apparently, I’m simply riddled with sleep apnea. At 31. Who knew? I’m underweight, female, and don’t even snore. Tell me that’s fair. A few weeks later, I returned from the medical supply office with Luna. Luna is my CPAP machine. I named her. Very Hazel Lancaster of me, I know,...