Ian RuderLast March, I wrote about my abject failure as a sleeper and my quest for nighttime redemption. I ended the column on a cliffhanger, as I received my sleep study results and found out I have extreme sleep apnea.

A few readers inquired to find out what happened next. In all honesty, I’d hoped to have an interesting (if not exciting) conclusion to share.

Sadly, 14 mostly-sleepless months later, and over 66 weeks since my initial sleep study, instead of anything resembling a satisfying result, all I have is another lengthy list of delays and frustrations and more uncertainty. In other words, the same old, same old.

It all started with my doctor confirming what a nurse had already told me: I have sleep apnea, it is extreme, and we needed to schedule another sleep study to get better data and come up with a solution. As unexcited as I was about another night sucking down the jet engine-like airflow of a CPAP machine, I signed up for the first appointment in hopes of finally getting some resolution.

Unfortunately, that appointment happened to be in the middle of March 2020. Two days before my night at the hospital