Come, sweet slumber, enshroud me in thy purple cloak

Back to the sleep doctor today to get the results of my overnight study, during which I managed an amazing four and a half hours' kip. Go me. During that time, my sleep was interrupted around once every five minutes by a minor episode of sleep apnoea - not bad enough to dangerously dent my oxygen levels, but also not often enough to give us a clear diagnosis. ARGH. Anyway, in a week I go back for "further torture" (the doctor's words!) in the sleep lab to get a CPAP machine sorted out. This blows down your conk all night to create an "air splint", preventing your relaxing muscles from cutting off your breathing. This may sound bizarre and uncomfortable but it cannot possibly be any worse than the sleep lab. BRING IT ON I SAY.