the dangers of Cpaps

"It's easy." They said.
"Just take it home and wear it overnight." they said.
The science of it all suspect because if I weren't getting oxygen would I even be dealing with tech that measures it, in the boudior? In an attempt to comply I cinch my chinstrap, adjust my nose mauler and bandaide the oximeter to my dominant paw because any stronger tape triggers a Tammy. I'm not a fan of being taped to things. As if sleepy time weren't already complicated by FIFTY MILES OF TUBING coiled serpentine around the bedpost - now my finger is on the oximeter short leash. And of course the meter has a happy blinky light from the fifth level of hell. The implement of torture hit the floor multiple times - yanking my digits in the process before I stuffed it under the edge of my pillow. I lasted about four hours before ripping everything off and tossing it at the night stand. Someone needs to invent a tubeless - wireless CPap because one of these days I'm going to hang myself simply getting up in the dark...