I hate my sleep apnea.
Hate, hate, abhor.
I can’t breathe when I sleep so I awaken repeatedly,
Nap on the daily,
and feel beat.
A lived life must be more than annoyance and suffering.
Ten years a-questing
To fix breath, life force, qi.
The first doctor declares me a statistical anomaly,
Second finds nothing
In a test improperly run.
So I find the right team—
The world’s experts, wouldn’t you know?—
Who spot it immediately, can solve it in a day…
As soon as I can get on their booked-years-out schedule.
The process is the punishment,
The surgery the solution.