6/2/11

The Mask

Dad has a mask to sleep with – I think it's called a CPAP. It's supposed to help with sleep apnea. He snores through it. He fools with it. He gets up with stripes on his face from adjusting, noodling, messing with it during the night, maybe because there are other issues to sleeplessness. It's broken again. He had it on his lap for the day, turning it this way and that, displaying it in case I wondered what was going on and asked.

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He finally mentioned that the plastic pins that hold the bottom straps in place were snapped off. All four of them. I got out my jewelry wire and toolbox and rigged a clasp to keep it in place. It was an elegant fix – I thought he needed to flip the clasp, like...

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