Miss Ginger has a love/hate realtionship with her CPAP machine. It's a pain in the ass to be dependent upon an electrical device. It makes lines, creases, and folds on her face that take hours to go away in the morning. It takes up valuable space on her nightstand. And when she travels, it takes up valuable space in her suitcase, and arouses suspicion by TSA agents worlwide.Yet, tonight she was reminded just how important this beige hunk of plastic is to her life. Yasee, when she went to bed last night, she rolled over to turn in on and it wouldn't work. At first she thought a breaker had tripped, but the lamp and the clock were working. Maybe the cord came out of the back? No, it's there. Wiggle the cord. Jiggle the machine. The stupid little adapter block has been kinda fritzy, so fiddle with it for a minute. Nothing. WTF?! She should have replaced that cord when it first started giving her trouble. But it's always worked. Until now. Oh well. Goodnight, kitties.
Not so good. Miss G tossed, turned, and snored all night long. And now, her throat is sore and swollen from all the snoring. She is exhausted. And, it's Sunday. CPAPs-R-Us won't be open. Shit! Must.. have... sleep! There must be something in this house that uses a cord or adapter that will work...
Cell phone? Wrong shape. Kindle? Too small. Cordless phone? Too big. Laptop? Can't find it. Work laptop? VOILA!!!!
Miss G is going back to bed! Sleep....... must..... have...... sleep!
