Not so good

 I wore the sleep mask for 9.4 hours last night.

Awesome, you say.

Except for two things.

1. It belies what a crappy night I had, involving restless legs, waking up 15 minutes after falling asleep and more.
2. It more or less equals the amount of time I wore the whole rest of the week. And this was the week I saw my sleep doctor, who seemed confused when we told him that part of the problem is I can’t adjust the machine myself. Just twist the knob, he helpfully explained, forcing me to helpfully explain back, I can’t.

He rallied with some good advice I’ll try.

I hate my sleep machine.