Your story reminds me of my partner Otis. He was the first person I'd ever known to have sleep apnea back in the late nineties. The Brother was an O lineman all the way up through DIII college for a couple of years.
He used to fall asleep on his feet mid sentence sometimes. We'd be fucking with him when he'd doze off and because I knew his wife, I'd throw shit like the oddest grocery list of shit for him to pick up on the way home.This was the military, so I wouldn't let muhfuckas use any twisted ass humor on him. After a minute or so, he'd come back around..."Y'all was fuckin' wit me wasn't y'all?
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(My wife would later admit in frustration to one of her sisters over the phoneto having always tried to get info out of me while I was sleeping but all I would ever talk about is work related shit.
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Fast forward several years, it only got worse so he sought treatment and had to undergo surgery. That's about the only dude not related to me that I went to the hospital with and stayed there until he was in recovery.
After that, he changed his diet, cut back on his Cigar habit...he actually used to inhale them stogies, and shed a lot of the weight that he had always carried outside of playing football. I don't know that he's ever used a CPAP in all that time either.
Yeah man... Although I can carry 260 on my frame, it ain't the healthiest. Keto got me down to 240 but being consistent with it at times is difficult.
Is so much better to be under the overweight and fooling oneself with the illusion of feeling "big".
I know that shit hurts.
