Subject: Medical. Bonus: Everett-Wheeler multiverse.
Well, today was interesting. See the attached chart. Guess where I am on the chart. Hint: The answer and the story suggest that Everett-Wheeler worlds might be real.
I spent Tuesday afternoon, March 31, 2026, traveling to get the results from a recent overnight sleep test. There was one surprise.
I have sleep apnea. A lot of people do. Perhaps you or a family member are one of them.
The condition ranges from minor to fatal. This is what Princess Leia died of, though it's not as direct as that. The condition places stress on the cardiovascular system. That can be enough to finish you by itself. Or other conditions can step in. If that happens, that's all she wrote.
I have an "interruptions per hour" number that is classified as "severe". This means that I'll need to get a
#CPAP machine again. The number isn't a surprise. I've had a sleep study and a CPAP before [in the 2010s].
But my night-time oxygen saturation level is so low that I've probably already died. Here's the thing: I've most likely been at the level discussed further down for 5 years. I'm not sure that that is possible.
So, I might be living in an Everett branch. People who have read about the Copenhagen Interpretation, Schrödinger's Cat, and Everett-Wheeler are familiar with the concept.
My number "indicates severe hypoxemia". This leads to "rapid and catastrophic declines in tissue oxygenation. One result is organ damage. The heart tries to compensate for hypoxemia by increasing cardiac output, leading to tachycardia, arrhythmias, and, in chronic cases, pulmonary hypertension and right-sided heart failure."
My case is chronic. This suggests that I'm already pushing up daisies. So, that's great.
I'm supposed to get oxygen "immediately". It's classified as an emergency. But I don't think that I'm supposed to go to the E.R. This leaves the question of where I should go to get the oxygen. I see that Walmart sells portable oxygen concentrators, but I'm not sure that that's the same thing.
My specialist's office said that they didn't "vend" and that they didn't know where to go to get the oxygen.
Note: To be clear, the key people at the office were patient and as helpful as possible. I have no complaint about that.
My
#HMO, presently one of the Blue Shield plans, should know. But I've been trying to reach my "clinical care coordinator" at the HMO for a full month as of this week.
Note: The care coordinator is the person that you're supposed to speak with for issues that will require more than one phone call.
I know that my care coordinator, Edgar, is receiving my voicemails. However, he's only tried to call me back once.
A few hours ago, I spoke with a nice HMO Member Services person, Claudia. She said that she'd try to get a "care navigator", the level below care coordinator, to phone me tomorrow [April 01, 2026].
The care navigator might try to help. It'll be April Fools Day. I'm not sure if that's a positive sign or not.
After the HMO call, I fell asleep for two hours. Two-hour naps are common for me. Now, here I am, ready to fedi. I'll fedi on my dedi until sleep again is ready.
I have a few people in IRC tonight as well as the fedi dedi. A jug of water. Hydration is good. There's an apple a few yards away. I'm set for a couple of hours. I appreciate the basics these days.
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