Sleep Studies and How They Suck

To be fair it wasn't all that bad. The technician guy was nice; some guy named Ryan who abashedly claims he's told he's one of the best sleep techs in the bay. Tech Support turned medical support, we talked about nothing while he hooked up wires all over me. I always knew there'd be some wires, but this was just plain high school anime hentai ridiculous. I ended up with two belts, one around the gut and another around the chest, a wire taped to each calf, one on each shoulderblade, about 6 on my head and five or so on my face.

Lol, I look like a brown egg.

Anyway, I sleep about as well as you think one can with all those wires hooked up to them. I'm prone to toss and turn a bit and I asked the technician what would happen if some of the wires got disconnected. He said he'd wake me up and he'd reattach them. If he did try to wake me up, it certainly didn't work. There's nothing quite like awakening to the feel of someone taping something to your head, with some foreign voice talking to you mid-sentence.

I woke up multiple times throughout the night; my bed right now is two mattresses on top of one another (lolghetto) so the clinic's bed was the Aggro-crag in comparison. The room was pitch black, save for the dozens of tiny eyes of the infrared camera, fitting together like spider eyes in the darkness. Grrrrreeeaaattt. It didn't help that Ryan, who I'd built a rapport with, said "Oh, did I tell you about the guy who died in here?" right as he turned off the lights and closed the door.

Anyways, I woke up, he came in, unplugged me from the matrix and I did some paperwork. He had some... pretty alarming results for me, but I'll save that for the next post.