Last night I brought my new, red, carry-on suitcase to the office, since I was going directly to the sleep lab after work. MoBob and I met for dinner, and then I took the Metro to the medical office where I was going to spend the night. Luckily the sleep lab was just a couple of blocks from the Metro station, and I recognized the building from a previous visit to another doctor there. The security guard already had my identifying info on a list, and I saw that there were at least eight people scheduled for the same night.
I checked in, and was shown the shared restroom and my room for the night. The set-up was like a nice, 1970s Howard Johnson hotel, complete with pastel paintings. As per my usual routine, I took a shower and then changed into my jammies. The technician spent about 20 minutes hooking me up - I had electrodes on my calves, my tummy, my chest, my index finger, and, most of all, on my head. I had a plastic apparatus stuck up my nose, to monitor my breathing. There was also a small camera aimed at the bed. The technician assured me that it only showed a vague black and white image. The technician and I chatted while she connected me, and then I got into bed. Overhead there was an intercom, where I could ask for help (especially since I'd have to be deconnected to go to the loo) and the technician can monitor me. Apparently I snore very loudly.
It took me a little while to fall asleep. Obviously I wasn't used to being fairly immobilized and having something in my nose. But I slept fairly solidly, perhaps because I hadn't had a diet Coke all afternoon. This morning I feel tired, but OK. I should have the results next week.
I think you get used to it. I've had tubes up my nose a few times now and it only seems to bother me at first, but then it just doesn't bother me at all.
The things that bothered me were the electrodes on my head. That goo hardens!
At least the purpose of the exercise was for you to sleep. When I was in hospital recently, they seemed to take great joy in waiting until I'd finally managed to sleep (with all the tubes and stuff sticking out of me, it also wasn't easy), then they'd wake me up for some 30 second test which I didn't really need to be awake for.
I've had two sleep tests done. The first one I slept so well and felt amazing the day after. That was done at a hospital in a freezing room with private bath and no decor at all.
The second test was done on the fourth floor of a Hilton. The suites were converted to personal testing rooms. I mean I had a kitchenette, a fab bathroom, a huge bed with tons of pillows and all the luxuries. But I slept horribly. LOL So much for having luxury items!