I turn thirty-nine today. As is traditional, I am posting the first-thing-I-Do-On-My-Birthday-Ugly-Selfie, because no birthday is complete until my parents ring wondering why in hell I would put such a thing on the internet. This year, we celebrate the new reality of me and sleep:
Occasionally, just for the hell of it, I will wake up and say Luke, I am your Father, just ’cause the breathing effects are right.
It was about this point, last year, that I fell asleep while driving and finally got to the point that my doctor to thought hmmm, maybe sleep apnea? We should send you for tests. It took a really long time to get to that point, but I’m incredibly happy that shit got sorted out. Years of feeling like I was somehow broken, and suddenly there was a fix.
Thirty-eight was a pretty good year, as a result. I look forward to thirty-nine.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I shall go and celebrate my birthday the best way I know how: breakfast at my local cafe, write club, avoiding Facebook until the deluge of birthday well-wishers has subsided, and crossing my fingers that I’ll get a phone call from the repair place letting me know I can come pick up my laptop.