So, the other night I had a sleep study done. The thing that struck me as ironic was the name. By no means are you meant to sleep during it. After you’ve read up on the earlier link, let me start you at the beginning to make sense of it.
I got to start and continue the day with no caffeine, which was hard to do. I mean, not sleeping is why I got this study done to start with, and time me not to drink caffeine is like telling me to go to sleep. Caffeine has probably been the one thing that has continued to fuel me. I mean the reason I’m having this test to start with is the fact that I can’t sleep, or at least not when I need to. Hey, you put me in an afternoon meeting, I could be down in two seconds flat.
I arrived at the center at 8:30 p.m. and having the security guard wish me a good nights sleep. Upon reflection, I think that it was his own little joke from watching streams of people coming in and leave with little or no sleep. Once I get in, I’m shown my room, which looks like a hotel room. So, that was awesome. I’m not complaining because at least it has a mint and a bottle of water in the room. I mean, hey, if you have to go through it at least there is a little perk.
I get in and through the bevy of paperwork. The tech helping me to get set up was laid back, which I appreciate. Trust, when I get nervous, I start asking questions and laid back works well for me. So, after 45 minutes, I’m taken back into the room and transformed in to a crappy version of Robocop. I started to complain after two belts were put around my midsection, but after it was all done, those were the least of my troubles.
I can’t even start to tell you how much junk was taped to my face. It was like a fell asleep in a fraternity house and was the butt of a joke. I had something taped near my eyes, two things shoved into each nostril, and had five electrodes all over my body. None of this takes into account all of the cords and other lines.
Needless to say it sucked, and only got worse. Personally, I like to sleep on my stomach, which by the way is the one way you can’t sleep. So, I could lay on my back or side, but not too far on my side. So, when I got into bed, the tech started talking to me over a mic, and ran me through the ringer of checking the settings. “Can you close your eyes?” “Can you point your toes down?” “Ccan you look to the left and right side?” “Oops, I didn’t say Simon says….”
After all of that, I could go to sleep. Which was a challenge, because it’s hard to roll over when you’re hardwired into the Matrix. Still, I magically fell asleep. I only remember once the tech coming in to do something, but I’m not gonna lie, I was out of it.
About 4:30 a.m., the mic kicks back on, and I hear “We’re done.” So, I get my self together, get unplugged, and dragged home. I can proudly say that I even went to work the next day. However, I’m not saying I got a lot of work done.
I’ll write in another post of what the outcome of the test was, but it lead to another interesting story.