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I had my adventure in sleep medicine last night and what did I find out? Not a thing. Well, at least not yet. I really hope they discovered something -- apnea, narcolepsy, I don't really care -- because I don't want the elaborate process of attaching 20 some electrodes to my head, neck, and legs to be all for naught. I had to sleep with a tube in my nose last night, man, and it left a deep imprint on the left side of my face -- I really don't want to have done that for nothing. Plus, I'm not sleeping and I would like to know why.
The whole experience was pretty surreal, actually. The last thing I expected to do last night was get into a conversation about Courtney Ellis with a sleep tech who had that permanent makeup stuff (tattooed eyeliner!). You see, Courtney Ellis lived across the street from me in 4th and 5th grade when I lived in northern Illinois; strangely, the electrode tech lived in this same town at the same time and is the same age as me, so she went to high school with all of my little friends from when I was ten. Isn't that a little odd? I mean, we both live in freaking Montana now, and no one lives in Montana (it is quite a sparsely populated state). I didn't expect my electrode-putter-on-er to be a friend of my childhood friends from a town 1600 miles from here. Bizarre.
Other than that small-worldiness, my visit was pretty unremarkable. The sleep techs monitored me with a video camera and had a two-way voice-activated intercom. So, when I needed to pee in the middle of the night, all I had to do was say out loud from my bed, "Is anyone there? I need to go to the bathroom." Then, immediately, someone was in my room, helping me and my head full of wires out of bed (I looked a little John Travolta-in-Battlefield Earth-esque, minus the gratuitous crotch bulge).
Yeah, that's so not hot.
Now, I wait and hope to hear that my insomnia can be cured. That would be much more preferable than finding out that it's just a result of depression and anxiety. Here's the thing about anxiety and insomnia: when I'm anxious, I can't sleep, but since I'm so tired all the time, I can't get out of this depression or over my anxiety. It's cyclical like that.
Foxy (my cute dog) isn't a fan of my insomnia. She sleeps in my bed (yes, I'm single and I realize that sharing a bed with my dog will probably keep me that way for some time; I'm okay with that). Every once in awhile when I'm tossing and turning, I catch her looking over her shoulder at me with this expression of, "For real, just calm the f*ck down and go to sleep already." Yeah, she can be kinda bitchy when she wants to sleep.
So can I. At least I don't have a gratuitous crotch bulge to deal with. I like to sleep on my stomach and I think that having extra materials in that area might impede that.
