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I didn't use to travel with my CPAP machine. I felt a little embarrassed to show up with hardware and when sleeping over eventually have to turn over and put on the Darth Vader mask. Very un-sexy.
Slowly but surely, I find that many others out there also have a CPAP, including Chris (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
oakleycub) so I have adapted an started talking it on trips. It does help, and I don't get so sleepy in the afternoon (though you couldn't convince anyone of that yesterday as I fell asleep on Matty's couch in his new apartment).
The interesting thing is that the air in the machine gets trapped. I'm not sure if it's in the filter or in the machine itself, but you get a little air from where you were.
When I went to Chicago I came back and as I fell asleep I could smell the air from John's (blithwulf) house. There's a little bit of an earthy scent, since he smokes a pipe, there was a little of that scent in the mix. Year nice.
The other day, something reminded me of it. Every once in a while I just get these sort of scent flashbacks. The odor is long gone from the CPAP, which had returned to normal, and this was in the daytime. Just for some reason I was able to totally and vividly remember the scent of John's room. it happens. sometimes it's apple Pie or something...out of the blue.
Last night I returned from Chris'. I think I actually anticipated what was to come. As I dropped into bed I could already imagine the scent. I'm not too sure what it is. Clean, crisp with a slight floral tinge. I kind of want to say linen, but what the hell is that smell, anyway? Chris doesn't smoke, so it isn't that. I can't quite describe what it is, but it is undeniably Chris to me.
It's very comforting. It kind of softens the blow of a four hour car ride, alone with your thoughts. It's like being wrapped up in a warm embrace, just before drifting off...
Slowly but surely, I find that many others out there also have a CPAP, including Chris (
oakleycub) so I have adapted an started talking it on trips. It does help, and I don't get so sleepy in the afternoon (though you couldn't convince anyone of that yesterday as I fell asleep on Matty's couch in his new apartment).The interesting thing is that the air in the machine gets trapped. I'm not sure if it's in the filter or in the machine itself, but you get a little air from where you were.
When I went to Chicago I came back and as I fell asleep I could smell the air from John's (
blithwulf) house. There's a little bit of an earthy scent, since he smokes a pipe, there was a little of that scent in the mix. Year nice.The other day, something reminded me of it. Every once in a while I just get these sort of scent flashbacks. The odor is long gone from the CPAP, which had returned to normal, and this was in the daytime. Just for some reason I was able to totally and vividly remember the scent of John's room. it happens. sometimes it's apple Pie or something...out of the blue.
Last night I returned from Chris'. I think I actually anticipated what was to come. As I dropped into bed I could already imagine the scent. I'm not too sure what it is. Clean, crisp with a slight floral tinge. I kind of want to say linen, but what the hell is that smell, anyway? Chris doesn't smoke, so it isn't that. I can't quite describe what it is, but it is undeniably Chris to me.
It's very comforting. It kind of softens the blow of a four hour car ride, alone with your thoughts. It's like being wrapped up in a warm embrace, just before drifting off...
