Sleep Apnea Treatment

Question by Mommyof3 BGB: Having trouble breathing – looked like I swallowed a walnut??
I was 4 months pregnant when I started experience “sleep apnea” symptoms. I would wake up in the middle of the night gasping desperately for air. My son is 17 months now and it happens maybe 2xs/month. I live in Florida and we had some major smoke inhalation about 2 weeks ago, but I sat down to relax after a long day and felt like I wasnt getting enough oxygen, to the point I had my husband almost call 911. We went to the doctor that night and he gave me breathing treatments and my new doc has been getting tests for me left and right. Chest x-rays, thyroid ultrasound and breathing tests. I also have trouble swallowing with these episodes. Last night I was having some difficulty again and my friend looked over at me when I was giving a gurgling sound with it and she said it was like I swallowed a walnut! Right in the bottom of the neck- the empty part, above the chest bone, she said it was like a huge growth. I wasnt laying back just trying to breath normal, and Im a woman….

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Answer by lesley s
I noticed a lump growing in the same spot as you describe and after a thyroid ultrasound it was discovered I have thyroid nodules, i’m now waitng to see what the doctor wants to do next.. I don’t have any problems breathing, but it depends how the growth is growing. Don’t worry, if it is a nodules they are not life threateniing, and less than 5% of them can be cancerous, and that is usually only if you are really old. If they determine that is what it is you may be able to take a medication to shrink it, or you may need to have it out, but it is a sameday surgery. Take care, i’m sure everything will be okay.

I just wanted to add that 60% of woman have nodules and don’t know it, and they are pretty common especially after having a baby.

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Question by : Does this sound like I have sleep apnea?
I have had headaches alot. All the time. I read online that’s the biggest symptom. I have a hard time falling asleep and I wake up with my nose plugged but as soon as I get up it goes away. My tonsils are enlarged but the doctor says I’m not sick, I went to an ENT they said I need a sleep study

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Answer by Veritas
You need a sleep study done. You could have apnea caused by enlarged tonsils. See what the study shows.

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Question by Frank: Am I going to the “wrong” church a hypochondriac, or does my friend sound like a hypochondriac?
A close friend of mine claims an aneurysm was discovered on an X-ray in 1999 after a car wreck. He is 67 years old. He has not had surgery or treatment for it. If this is true, how is it that it hasn’t disected. I had a cousin half his age (32 years old) who died immediately from an anuerysm. My friend also had gotten “messages from God” in the past that he was going to pass away in a certain month, which didn’t happen. He says his being here after that are “extensions from God”.

I am going to a church he considers to be legalistic and has been trying to get me out of it for years. If his sicknesses are genuine, is God keeping him around because of this? He used to call me on the telephone every night and we talked for about three to four hours (not always about my church) and I was getting very annoyed (see Proverbs 25:17).

He also has had for many years:

Congestive heart failure
Severe asthma
Cellulitis of the legs
Sleep apnea
Obesity (well over 300 pounds)
Blocked esophagus
Vertigo
Infections in his legs

Given all these conditions at once, how has he survived for so long unless it’s for the reason I stated? Since 2002 he had kept telling me his time was “short” until two years ago. If he had even half the health problems he claims, he would have been dead years ago. He has stopped telling me that because he knows I won’t believe him. Am I wrong in being skeptical about his sicknesses and thinking he is a hypochondriac, or that it’s my going to the “wrong” church?
ADD: I accidently typed “hypochondriac” twice.

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Answer by Bob
yes

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Question by : Am I the only one this happens to? Waking up @ night feeling like I can’t breath or that I’m dying in my sleep?
I was wondering if I’m the only one who has had this problem. Basically, soon after I fall asleep… anywhere from right after I doze off up until 1-2 hours I will wake up in a daze feeling as if my lungs are tight and I can’t move any air until after I wake up fully. It doesn’t happen past an hour or 2 of being asleep.

This will happen almost every night for a while, and then it will go away completely and won’t happen at all for months at a time, only to start up again happening almost every night after many months have gone by.

I had a sleep test done in the hospital and nothing happened that night but I was told that my test was normal and I don’t even have sleep apnea.

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Answer by willijjj
Did they check you for asthma? I have asthma and the same thing happens to me.

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Question by (:: Do you like this story?
Please remember, I’m young. And also, I don’t like the routine part, I’m working on it.

“Casey! Come clean up these dishes! I need you to clear the tables please!” It was THE call. The night call. Everynight the whole family gets the call, the call to come close up shop. Casey always cleared dishes for the family resturaunt. It was just another one of her routines. Another routine she dreaded.
For years now, all she’s wanted was out. Out, out out. Out of this dumb, tiny town, full of nothing. Casey wanted bigger, so much better. She wanted to leave. She dreamed of leaving her entire life, something most people out in the middle of nowhere couldn’t quite understand. “How could such a girl dream up a thing like that?” they would ask. “Isn’t everyone content with becoming a farmers wife, raising kids and singing in the church choir?” they’d theory.
Maybe everyone else was. Possibly all the women out here were okay to amounting to nothing, making no difference other than how big a pumpkin their husband and son could grow. But Casey wasn’t an everyone. She was most deffinetly a SOMEONE, but no one would ever know because of this stupid old town, blocking her on her path to SOMETHING.
A bunch of Nothing
It was Monday morning. Fate, Texas is still and quiet at 4:30 in the morning. Actually, it’s usually always quiet no matter what, because really how loud can a town of 497 people really get? I’m willing to bet not that loud. Most people aren’t up this early around here, probably nobody, but if anyone is, I’m going to say it would be those drama queen because it takes them so long to get ready.
I’m not that kind of girl though. The only reason I’m up is because one, it takes me a while to fully get up and get ready and secon, because of my anxiety. It’s not techincal, or determined by a doctor, but I have determined it myself. I have terrible anxiety with school. I don’t even know why, because everythings fine there (except my friend situation) and school is my only escape from this little town, take my mind off of it. But for some reason, I just get overwhelmingly stressed and overthink things to much. My heart starts racing, I can hear my heart pounding, and almost every morning I have emotional breakdowns and cry. A little like a child running scared from a clown. A lot of the time, when I get to school, I’m pretty much out of. I won’t want to talk, do my work, or even think. My body tries to tell me to shut down. When everyone asks me, my excuse is “I’m tired.” The problem is that this town is so small, this whole place thinks I have some kind of sleep apnea or something. In the FaceBook tags, I’m famously known as “Sleepy,” like from the seven dwarfs.
Lately though I’ve figured out that if I wake up super early and pop in my iPod, it calms me down and I have barely any problems. Music is practically my saving grace now, I don’t know what I’d do without it.
After my music session, I go get in the shower. This takes careful doing, because I have to be quiet as to not wake my younger brothers. Not to mention I’m afraid of the shower drain after some freaky clown movie I saw when I was a little girl. After my shower I get dressed. My usual outfit is a V-neck T-shirt, with dark washed skinny jeans (I can’t stand to show my legs), a big chunky cow boy like brown belt, and my cowboy boots. I love my cowboy boots to death. They are a light, wooden brown, and smell like new leather. They shine like a new born baby’s bottom, and they fit like a glove. By the time I finish getting dressed, my hair is dry enough for me to style it. My hair is naturally curly, so I like to leave it that way. All I do it lightly blow dry it on cool as to keep the style. Next I hairspray the loose ringlets of auburn hair as I cover my mouth so I don’t breathe in the heavy scent and choke on it.
Now I do my make-up, this is what takes the longest. I apply my concealer, and foundation as usual, then I use a warm pink blush on the apples of my cheeks, and lightly dust an even coat of bronzer all over so I don’t look to terribly pale. Now I apply a thick coat of black eyeliner to rim my hazel green eyes. I wing it out a little and make sure to take my time, my eyes are my best feature. I carefully coat my eyelashes in a thin coat of masscara, making sure not to cause clumps or make anything look spider vain-y. Last but not least I apply a light plum eyeshadow to what left of my eyelid.
Before I leave my room, I slip some stud earings through my earlobes, and put my hand braided bracelet on. When I get downstairs I help with my brothers breakfast and make myself a lightly toasted bagel with with peanut butter spread thickly on it.
By the time I finish breakfast, I have to go open Jeess
By the time I finish breakfast, I have to go open Jeesse’s Buffet, our family resturaunt. Unstacking chairs, cleaning down tables with Lysol wipes, and flipping the “closed” sign over to “open” as I waltz out the door and yell “I love you Momma!”
Off to my bustop I am, and as I reach the third block, I started to realize how different I look. You’d think that most people in a town of population 0, NoWhereVille Texas, more people would dress like me, but instead they dress like they live off in New York. You would also think that after almost 16 years of walking to this very bus stop, in the same kind of outfit, I would stop having the same epiphany everyday, but aparantly, you’re wrong.
When the bus pulls up, I can smell the exaughst let out and stink the street up. This smell triggers a lovely memory in my mind, reminding me how I didn’t spray my honey suckle perfume on this morning. The bus ride isn’t long, so I don’t have to endure the pure agony of being the only one sit
But aha Lori! I havnt said she wanted to model yet! I’ve changed it. And yeah, I thought about it and I want her to be more wholesome and seemingly plain. I’m working on the listish part still. And thanks for pointing the bus part!
Dear s h : if you keep reading they get less “dry” and more “complex” and it’s a very first rough draft.

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Answer by Lori
I don’t know if you read what I posted the last time you asked this, but its nice to see you changed the hoop earrings to studs.

I just realized how its weird she wants to be a model, but hates showing her legs? :S
Anyway, like I said before, you write very well for an 11 years old, and even better than a lot of the older teen-writers on here. Remember that you don’t need to tell us everything she does or wear, otherwise it becomes too list-like.

Keep writing

(also, you say “after 16 years of walking to the bus stop”. If she’s meant to be sixteen, she would’ve been walking there for about 11 years, saying sixteen implies she’s around 20/21)

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