Saturday, 31 October 2015

Why the Writing Stopped Again

Wasn't he going to write more, like at least semi-frequently? What happened to that?
There's a thing that a lot of people I know do with late email reponses. If they needed to get back to someone on an email a day or two ago and they suddenly remember, they'll usually respond as soon as possible. But the longer it's been, the more anxious they get about responding so late, and less likely they are to ever actually respond without prompting.

...Wait, I'm sure I've seen this articulated in a comic somewhere. (Quickly Googles "Email late response comic" and The Oatmeal comes up, because of course it does.)

So yeah, basically this.
That dynamic totally infiltrated my new resolution of blog writing. I posted the link to my sleep apnea post being like "Wooooo two days in a row, I'm on FIRE" and promptly managed to intimidate myself into feeling like I needed to keep up that pace, at the prospect of which I promptly shut down entirely, and then every day I didn't post consistently I felt like I'd need more and more elaborate excuses for having had a gap (Oh hey look what I'm doing right now).


Also, instead of the act of writing things down and publishing them alleviating any pressure from the bubbling thought cauldron upstairs, putting my words out there actually seemed to stir things up. Suddenly, I was simultaneously mentally composing four new essays, but they'd make points or digressions that relied on referencing each other, so I mean what order should I post them in? Maybe I could post them all at once? But that meant instead of just writing one I'd need all four finished before the next posting, and anyway shouldn't I space my blog posts out more? (At this very moment, a "Blog post vs. Essay" blog post/essay about that terminology which I have brewing in another tab is getting me mentally sidetracked.)


So, anyway, this is just a short post, mulling over that dynamic and recommitting to actually taking it easier on myself in the service of getting myself to write more. Fun mental judo!

…Oh, the one other thing that threw me off briefly was after like three people in one day said how much they hate the word "millennial" I went on a compulsive brainstorming session about potentially changing my blog's name (after all it's early in the writing, so it would be much easier to rebrand sooner than later…) 

So here for your reading pleasure, without further ado, is the verbatim stream of consciousness sequence of new name considerations I typed on my phone 4 nights ago:
I should rename my blog to some pun or take on the Federalist papers
Federalist Pages
The Federalist Sticky Notes
Nerdsalist papers
The Federalist posts
I am actually a Federalist (states rights can work as innovation labs, but to block progress they are always the opposition to civil rights)
Millenialist Papers
Labatt Looks Again
Look again, Labatt
Confessions of a...
Confessions of a whathaveyou
Confessions of a something-something
Shakespeare/Hamilton/media/empathy
Punching the bursar
Clown shoes
Barefoot ponderings
Barefoot in clown shoes
Wet blanket firebrand
Paradox oxymoron
The sharp dull
Ain't the sharpest sharp in the sharp
Hook hanging
Hanging out on hooks
Doing this instead
Labatt essays
Fire and powder
Methodic madness
Methodical play
Methodically mad play
Prospero quote about infirmity
I'm fine; I'm better; don't worry about me
Positive brainwave pressure
Continuous positive pressure
Methodically medically mad
The ticket cup
Something empathy
Empathic madness
Folie a deux
Jobot's Log
Lord protectorate
Windows screens
Fear the helpful machine
Don't rage, the machine is only doing its job
Side effects may include racing thoughts
Racing thoughts
Uncorking
Convection currents
Doing this instead
Instead, I'm Doing/Writing This 
Ok, so posting this list was originally just a joke, but looking at it again I actually really like some of these, or some slight variations on them:
  • Punching the Bursar
  • Side Effects May Include Racing Thoughts
  • Methodically/Medically Mad
  • Emphatically, Empathically Mad 
  • Confessions of a Twenty-Something, Or what you will.
Does anyone out there have thoughts on any those names? Comment about them! Not in the "I have a blog and more comments is evidence of higher traffic and more engaged readership" way people sometimes ask for comments, but like I'm actually curious what people have to say. 

I could even go full CNN-desperate and have a poll, too. Should I have a poll? Do I have anywhere near the kind of readership to justify a poll? Eh, why not, even if it's like three votes that's fine.

Favorite New Name?

Punching the Bursar
Side Effects May Include Racing Thoughts
Methodically/Medically Mad
Emphatically, Empathically Mad
Confessions of a Twenty-Something, Or what you will.
Poll Maker


Comment if you like any of the rest of the list, or you have questions, or a couple of suggestions.

"Joseph Labatt ain't the sharpest sharp in the sharp" is definitely going to be my bio for something, someday.

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Thursday, 8 October 2015

Sleep Apnea 101, Or Why Snoring isn't as Funny as You Think

So what's the deal–you've got a sleep problem or something?

I have a severe case of a sleep disorder called sleep apnea. A lot of people who know me know that much, but I get the sense people frequently don't know if it's okay to ask me about it, or are afraid I'm tired of explaining it over and over (which is at least a little true). I've mostly dealt with the explaining by getting to the point where I can rattle it off really fast and without thinking too hard about it, but recently it's gotten so quick and rote that I think people just nod along until I get through my routine, without really understanding it. So I decided to write it down.

This post will cover the basics of the disorder in general, and some specific details of my case, for any out there who may be curious. 

OK, you have Sleep Apnea. So what the heck is that?

I could write out a long technical explanation, but wouldn't you rather watch a video of it all being explained to and then repeated by an adorably confused Shaquille O' Neal? Of course you would: 


That video is courtesy of the Division of Sleep Medicine at Harvard Medical School, which has an excellent and comprehensive website if you're curious for more detail.

So, some people stop breathing while they're asleep, then their brain wakes them up just enough to start breathing again, then they fall back asleep and stop breathing, so their brain wakes them up, then they fall back asleep and stop breathing... Rinse and repeat and you can lie down and close your eyes for 12 hours but "wake up" in the morning feeling like you got no rest at all. 

Could a mutant healing factor fix sleep apnea? The world may never know.
In addition to just being tired all the time, it can also lead to long-term problems, including heart problems and even depression.

Well, that sounds like it sucks. Is it possible I might have sleep apnea?

We've reached the truly PSA-esque section of this article. I know several people who, when I explained what my deal was said "Oh, I wonder if I have that, too." If you're thinking that, get a sleep study done. Go to your health insurance online provider network-use your parents', get Obamacare, whatever, go into their system and find a sleep study center in their network and schedule an appointment.

It might seem weird to spend a bunch of money (and depending on the center and insurance, it might not be as bad as you think) but you're essentially screening for a chronic problem, which can save you money in the long run (the cost of a sleep-stress related heart attack at 50 will be much higher than this study, I assure you).

The most common signs and symptoms of obstructive and central sleep apneas include:
  • Loud snoring, which is usually more prominent in obstructive sleep apnea
  • Episodes of breathing cessation during sleep witnessed by another person
  • Abrupt awakenings accompanied by shortness of breath, which more likely indicates central sleep apnea
  • Awakening with a dry mouth or sore throat
  • Morning headache
  • Difficulty staying asleep (insomnia)
  • Excessive daytime sleepiness (hypersomnia)
  • Attention problems
  • Irritability
Consult a medical professional if you experience, or if your partner notices, the following:
  • Snoring loud enough to disturb the sleep of others or yourself
  • Shortness of breath, gasping for air or choking that awakens you from sleep
  • Intermittent pauses in your breathing during sleep
  • Excessive daytime drowsiness, which may cause you to fall asleep while you're working, watching television or even driving

Is it the same for everyone who has it?

No, there are varying types and levels of severity. Apnea events fall into two broad categories:

Obstructive Apneas- Here the main problem is that muscles around your throat relax too much as you sleep, so your airway closes and you struggle to breathe, trying to gasp unsuccessfully, just like someone choking on a foreign obstruction. If you have these primarily, you're diagnosed with Obstructive Sleep Apnea, the most common and easiest to treat.

Central Apneas- Less common and a bit harder to treat are apneas that are caused not by your airway being obstructed, but rather because the brain (central nervous system) is for whatever reason failing to send the electrical signal to even attempt a breath, so you don't even try to breathe. Primarily having these is called–shocker–Central Sleep Apnea, which is less common and a little harder to deal with.

Some lucky scamps get a combination of both, which is called Complex Sleep Apnea, and is both the hardest treatment to get used to as well as the most complicated to diagnose. (Guess which one I have! Hint: it's this one.)
I know, right?

So How Bad Can it Get?

The severity of any given case is measured primarily by what's called the apnea/hypoapnea index, or AHI. Apneas are defined as complete cessations of breathing, and hypoapneas are periods of overly shallow breathing or an abnormally low respiratory rate. AHI is the average number per hour of apnea and hypoapnea events lasting at least 10 seconds.

Based on the AHI, the severity of Sleep Apnea is classified roughly as follows:
  • None/Minimal: AHI < 5 per hour
  • Mild: AHI ≥ 5, but < 15 per hour
  • Moderate: AHI ≥ 15, but < 30 per hour
  • Severe: AHI ≥ 30 per hour
The most severe cases can get up over 100 AHI, and those are the people who present as essentially narcoleptic–falling asleep in the middle of conversations, or even while driving, that level of disruption. 

My untreated AHI turned out to be 41. So, doing some quick math–41 events at least 10 seconds each is 410 seconds, or roughly 7 minutes. So at minimum, I was spending 7 minutes out of every hour, over 10%, of my time either struggling to breathe or totally choked. Yeah, it really messed me up for a long time.
Me untreated, every day by about 1pm.

How's it treated?

The most common treatment is called CPAP–continuous positive airway pressure. It fixes obstructive apneas by pressurizing your respiratory system, essentially inflating your airway like one of those long balloon animal balloons, so it can't collapse. Or (if you want a more medical analogy) it's like stinting a blood vessel, but using a set air pressure instead of an implanted device.

Various flavors of sleep apnea use different types, like Auto CPAP, Bi-PAP, V-PAP, Auto V-PAP, Adaptive Pressure Support Servo-Ventilators, etc. etc. They handle the way air is delivered differently, whether they change the pressure level or keep it constant, whether they force you to breathe in a steady pattern or whether they adapt around irregularities, that sort of thing. 

Mine is an ASV Bi-Pap, which means it's providing continuous pressure at a low level to stop obstructive apneas, slightly raising the pressure to help on inhalations, dropping that pressure whenever I exhale, and will pulse really hard (basically becoming a respirator for a moment) when I have a central apnea. That combination of complicated and sudden pressure changes is one of the hardest to tolerate.
Me IRL, trying to sleep.
Successful treatment is characterized by how low it makes your AHI, with <5 being the goal, and how much you can tolerate using it (ideally all night, every night).

How successful is your treatment?

I started treatment at the same time I went back for fall semester of my senior year (senior year 2.0, that is). At first, I was on a simple CPAP for a few weeks and noticing no difference–they hadn't yet realized my case was Complex because the central apneas only manifested recognizably once the CPAP was applied (it had to do with the higher air pressure changing the rate of my blood CO2 elimination–apparently one of the weirdest responses my doctor has ever seen to treatment and part of why the saga of figuring it out took so long for me).

I got a new machine, which improved my AHI a lot but I could only tolerate an average 1-2 hours per night. Even that much, though, took me from basically nonfunctional (I'd say 15% capacity) to a minimal functionality (30%? 40%?), so I went through most of Nov-February drifting between terrible 0-0.5 hour nights and the good 3-3.5 hour nights. Then in March I got a minor cold over spring break and couldn't tolerate the machine at all for almost three weeks, which nearly made me drop out again. It brought me back to the worst depression I'd ever felt (yeah, the sleep issues gave me clinical depression) right when I needed to be writing my thesis.

I struggled back from that hole though, going on anti-depressants and finally getting well, plus I got diagnosed with ADD (which I've also apparently had all along, probably in part due to the sleep apnea as well) and for a variety of reasons being on Adderall helped normalize my sleep so I finished out the year getting a solid 4-5 hours a night.

I took last summer off mostly to really seriously focus in on changing my treatment course to increase my machine toleration rate. My doctor and I checked in about every week, making lots of incremental tweaks on pressure settings or medication rhythms and tracking the effects. I tried three or four different types and models of breathing masks. Eventually, around mid-July this year, I finally got my nightly sleep with machine treatment up to 6-8 hours a night, with an AHI of around 2.

I've lost 20-30 pounds over the past summer, I have vastly more energy and focus, I'm happier, and I actually often wake up spontaneously after about 8-9 hours instead of my previous nightly 11-14 hours if I didn't have an alarm set. I'm not 100% consistent, occasionally allergies or just a couple late nights will throw off either my ability to tolerate the machine or my sleep patterns, and I'll be a little more out of it, but no more (I think) than most people if they get poor sleep for a while. I'm especially more resilient it seems to only one night interruptions, so as long as it doesn't get bad for days in a row I'm almost unaffected.

It's been over two years of dealing with this shit. I deserve this GIF.

Let me know if you guys have any more questions about my situation specifically, the disorder generally, or if you want to talk about your sleep concerns (I'm obviously not a medical doctor, but I'm happy to be a friendly ear.)

Sleep well everyone!

(AND GET A SLEEP STUDY IF YOU THINK YOU MIGHT NEED ONE)

Playing You Out:

Up All Night by Counting Crows





Wednesday, 7 October 2015

Don't Look Too Hard Before You Leap: Lessons Learned from Hamilton (And Parkour)




So guys, I don't know if you heard, but the cast recording of Hamilton was released recently. I haven't gone a full day since without listening through it at least once. The show’s amazing, the album is amazing, Lin-Manuel Miranda won a MacArthur Genius Grant, everything is awesome, and there will certainly be other thoughts about Hamilton appearing here in the future. For today, I'm writing about one particular reflection it's been eliciting in me that's also making me think about–of all things–parkour.

Some background: in 2013, I was in the fall semester of my senior year at Princeton. I was depressed and incapable of completing work, engaging with people, or doing anything at all, really. (It turned out later that I had a severe undiagnosed sleep disorder…that saga is a post for another day). Anyway, I basically dropped out and moved back home for a year. In that time I mostly worked on getting happier and healthier in whatever way I could–going to therapy, working out, learning to cook actual food, reading books for fun again… that sort of thing.

One of the activities I decided to take up in the interest of getting in shape was parkour. It had always been a joke at my high school, people would jump up three inches onto a curb and yell "PARKOUR!" but I'd always been curious about the real thing. So, after a few months of idly thinking about it, I actually searched and found a parkour gym in San Antonio that had beginner adult classes and started going to lessons once or twice a week. I rapidly discovered something about myself–I'm completely terrified of failure. I mean, I knew I didn't like it-who does? But it turns out if I'm not 100% certain of my success, I often let that chance of failure paralyze me.

I was at my first parkour class, doing a relatively simple circuit of obstacles, and partway through I had to jump from the top of one crate to another, perhaps 3 or 4 feet away. The boxes were both about 2 feet high. I got to the edge of the first one, and I froze. I was looking at the gap, thinking "That's not that far, you can make that. Do it. Just jump. Just jump." I crouched, preparing to jump, then stood up again in place. Crouched, stood. Of course then my head started going in the vicious cycle of thinking that my hesitation would sabotage me (And I'd Sail Cat right off the box), only making my hesitation worse.

The teacher could tell what was happening, so he had me step off the boxes and come over to the side. He marked on the floor the distance I'd need to jump and had me do it flat. I cleared the distance needed easily. He had me do that several times on the floor, then go back to the crates. I made the jump and continued, but even being SURE of the physical ease of the task, I could still feel the fluttery terror thrashing around in my stomach as I jumped.

I'm not sure I'd ever done anything that physically dangerous. Yeah, I know all the peril of hopping a four foot gap. But still, I couldn't think of anything like it. Maybe when I was really young, before I can recall, but probably not. I grew up in the era of obsessive safety for the children-I remember all of my elementary school’s best playground equipment being replaced around 1st grade, because it was too “dangerous” (in case you're wondering: a jungle gym shaped like a fire truck and one of those playground spinner things). 

Yet, that flutter had felt familiar. I tried to place it- thinking of times I was physically threatened. Maybe I’d felt it that time my car got hit? No, that was just an unpleasant jolt of surprise. My memory of most perceived danger was probably a giant wire swing line at summer camp, but it was a really thorough climbing rig that you were strapped into, so you knew you were actually safe. The slight thrill of fear up the back of my neck when jumping from the 40 foot wooden platform in my professional safety harness wasn’t even remotely comparable to the panicky feeling I had two feet off the ground on those crates.

It wasn’t until later after class while talking to my therapist that I was able to finally articulate why the moment had seemed so familiar, because the circumstances had nothing to do with bodily peril. It turned out I’d felt the same flutter of fear in a different context–attempting to express myself. Trying to ask a girl out, telling my parents I wasn't happy at school, showing a poem to a friend before creative writing class. That moment before the plunge of revealing myself, of being emotionally vulnerable, trying to make the decision to open up. That was when I would feel my stomach twisting in knots, my hands shaking (knees weak, palms sweaty, etc.).

So, what does this exposition about my history of expressive anxiety have to do with Hamilton, a hip-hop Broadway musical about one of America's Founding Fathers? Well, among the many subtexts and themes to be drawn out of the show (it's going to be the subject of at least 50 undergraduate theater theses in the next 6 months, undoubtedly) one recurring idea that really hit me was the continuous focus on how astonished everyone was by how prolific Hamilton was in his writing. 

"How do you write like you're running out of time?" several characters ask Hamilton throughout the play. You can hear Lin-Manuel Miranda's admiration for Alexander Hamilton in every line. As a writer himself, Miranda knows how incredible it is to keep up such a relentless pace. This actually winds up being one of the reasons Hamilton (historical spoiler alert) comes into conflict with Aaron Burr, whose anthem in the show is literally called “Wait For It” and who eventually grows jealous of Hamilton's success. (Eventually, once people get tired of summer stock productions of 1776 and Hamilton being paired in rep, a regional theater will schedule a season with Hamilton and Amadeus together, and everyone will be like “OMG so dramaturgical”) 

Now, I have an entire notebook full of potential essays/blog posts. My takes on any number of political and social issues. Lists of movies, songs, books I want to analyze. Personal stories to tell. On and on, down to things as specific as expostulations on the aesthetics of realism in the theater, how the realism aesthetic is harmful to the practice of modern stage combat, how the realism aesthetic is hurting modern straight plays on Broadway (I have a lot of thoughts on the American defaulting-to-realism-in-straight-drama thing). 

I have several reflections on my undergraduate playwriting thesis project, split into multiple posts for different aspects of it, and just reams of other concepts. Many of them have a title and their main ideas laid out with first drafts, full paragraphs typed out. But every time I gear up to actually write one of them and put it out there (often when news/current events raises a topic I’ve been hashing out), I decide "well, everyone's writing about this right now. I'm sure someone out there will say it better than I ever could". Or in other words:
Burr: "No one will read them".
Hamilton: “I disagree”
Burr: “And if it fails?”
Hamilton: “Burr, that’s why we need them”
–The characters discussing the Federalist Papers, which Hamilton has asked Burr to help write. He refuses.
Now, that scene felt almost like a personal reprimand at the time I saw it in the theater. (Yeah, I managed to see it in person. Jealous?) And I FIRMLY resolved to go back to my hotel that night and write something, anything for my blog and actually post it. 

I managed half. 

I wrote a first draft of what was actually a rap response to the show, thinking I'd record myself rapping it in the hotel room, but the background noise made a really poor video quality when I did a test run, so I decided to wait until I got home where my better microphone was. I had the motivation to put my work out there revved up, but I'd missed something else I could have taken from the show about how to approach writing. I was listening to the cast recording again this weekend on a bus to Philadelphia (going to a stage combat workshop–another thing I should post about later), when a different moment clicked in my brain. This time it wasn't something Miranda wrote, but a real historical document–Washington's Farewell Address (which the show includes quotes from as we see Hamilton help Washington write it).

Miranda reads out the second to last paragraph of the Address, which is all about errors, defects, and faults. It's Washington's reflection on his term and his assertion that he may have messed up, but he did try his best at every turn. So what clicked was the way my fear of error (what I call "perfectionism" to make myself feel better about it) turns into procrastination. “If I wait one more day, I can edit it better.” “I’m tired now, I’ll give it fresh eyes in the morning.” “I don’t want to post it like this–it’s sloppy and terrible and I know I can make it clearer.” (Ironically, I wrote this paragraph four days ago and have been faffing about editing and rewriting the post since then. I’m literally doing what my own writing is saying I should do less of.)

So, step one is starting to write in earnest–not just for my own notebooks, but putting it out there. I may screw up, on levels ranging from typo to factual error to even advancing a political view that is wildly misguided… I don't know yet. But what I'll say right now, if I can blatantly use something from Miranda’s show, which uses something from Washington’s address, which uses something from Hamilton’s quill, is that my message to the audience of my blog is the following:

Though, in predicting the incidents of my writing, I am unconscious of intentional error, I am nevertheless too sensible of my defects not to think it probable that I may commit many errors. Whatever they may be, I fervently beseech my readers to avert or mitigate the evils to which those errors may tend. I shall also carry with me the hope that my audience will never cease to view them with indulgence; and that, for the remaining years of my life dedicated to writing with a forthright zeal, the faults of incompetent abilities in me will be consigned to oblivion, as myself must someday be to the mansions of rest.

Writing my thoughts down and putting them out there for other people to read. Writing down stories or putting them on stage for others to experience. Hey, what a way to spend a day. I make a vow, right here and now: I'm gonna spend my time this way.

Playing you out:
(A thing I'm thinking about doing consistently, where each post ends with a link to a song I think is a good companion to the tone/subject of the essay but not directly related)
Recommended Related Reading:
Ta Nehisi Coates on Writing - A video released as I was writing this post with essentially the same conclusion
How Perfectionism Can Turn into Procrastination (and what to do about it) - I'm working on this, but I'm not perfect about it yet, and that bothers me, so I try not to think about it and... wait a a minute.
Doctor Nerdlove’s Three Second Rule - This is more intended as dating advice, but applicable as far as the psychology of putting yourself out there in any context goes.
The Overprotected Kid - An article about an intentionally dangerous playground and childhood developmental risk taking