Tickle · the · Pear

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.