it gets more interesting...

so i haven't been sleeping well for awhile. i can't blame it on clay anymore because he's been sleeping thru the night for ages. so... the doctor ordered a sleep study. they suggested that you bring your pillow, b/c it would help you sleep better. since the sleep study is obviously at night, you have to go in through the emergency room and check in there. so here i am, waltzing in to the e.r. carrying my pillow like some daft lost person, and feeling somewhat foolish.

another guy is sitting in the waiting room with his pillow, and i think he must be there for the sleep study too. no one else has pillows.

we go up to the floor where the sleep study center is, and thankfully i'm too tired to notice that its on the same floor as the psych ward. oops... the politically correct term would be "behavioral health". at any rate, i got to where i was supposed to be, and was hooked up to a bunch of wires and sensors to record how i slept. i felt like r2-d2's long lost sister. or maybe a victim of a weird science experiement that happens in the secret labs of crazed scientists. at any rate, they superglued electrodes to my head, and i had sensors on my eyes, nose, cheeks, mouth, and something taped in front of my nose to monitor breathing. and then of course, you're supposed to just ignore the fact that you are hooked up to a computer and try to sleep.

after resisting the temptation to rip the wires off, i actually did sleep, only to have some really weird dreams. i really hope i didn't talk in my sleep that night, since everything was recorded. i suppose, if they did think i was crazy, i was on the right floor.

so... i finally fell asleep, and got comfortable... at about 5am. the nurse woke me at 6am, which is not an hour God intended for people to get up. anyway, the nurse really had to work to get the electrodes off my head, and i had to take a shower to get all the glue (and acetone used to remove the glue) out. i smelled like a nail polish remover factory. so i go to the shower room, which was most likely a converted broom closet. there is like... no room in there. barely enough to turn around in, but i manage. i realize there's no lock on the door and hope no one walks in on me. i really want to get that acetone out of my hair. at this point i still don't realize its the "behavioral health" floor. if i had, i might have gone without the shower.

on my way into the shower, i had noticed one of the nurses asking a patient if he was awake. i remember thinking she was brave for waking him up that early. she was really brave, considering the floor. i don't think i'd want the job of waking up a newly hospitalized psychiatric patient. i've been attacked by psychiatric patients for much lesser things, when i worked at the psychiatric hospital. like just being there. so yeah. i didn't hear any screaming, so i guess he was in a good mood.

at any rate, i'll find out the results on monday. hopefully, the doctor will tell me why i'm not sleeping and give me something to fix it. nick says i snore too loud and wake myself up. i told him he snores too loud and wakes me up.