There are those times when you think you know what you know and there are times when you don't. Apparently I sleep badly, this despite the fact that I fall asleep easily, sleep soundly enough I don't remember my dreams and awake refreshed enough to take on the world. But no, I sleep in a manner guaranteed to kill me, or something like that.
Thursday night I arrived at Mariners Hospital in Tavernier around seven in the evening for an appointment to study my sleep. My pain doctor says I have an obstructed something in my throat which leads to me not breathing properly or something and the long and short of it was I found myself back in a hospital room for the night. Thank you Cigna for picking up the tab. Thank you Layne for reminding me to pack my green blankie, happy hospital memories under that warm woolly covering.
Sam the technician got me settled in my room with my stuff which I promptly dived into and ate my sandwich and fruit. When he came back he then wired me up with monitors all over my chest legs and head. The glue I will tell you leaves your hair matted in a way that could be embarrassing for people with filthy minds and the monitors come off peeling chest hairs like they're going out of fashion. But all that was for the morning after. I sat and got wired up around 9 pm and made the best of a grotesque situation. Never done this before, but as promised it didn't hurt:
My wife followed my progress from Key West and sent helpful pictures of the family enjoying a rambunctious night out chowing down on Cuban food at El Siboney on Stock Island. I much preferred my dinner from my lunch box thank you.
Then I was alone with my thoughts and the camera and speaker connecting me to Sam in his office next door where his machinery was set to monitor my sleep. Bleak about covers it.
His voice sounded advising me to get some sleep and with the phone turned off I was in darkness with my wires and a red light from the camera on the ceiling. Fun. I slept. Until one thirty when Sam came in and took the probes from my nostrils (I told you this was fun) and replaced them with a breathing tube that pushed air into my nostrils. So I have sleep apnea I asked Sam and he replied he was only a technician and couldn't diagnose but clearly I wouldn't be getting the tubes if I didn't need them.
So then I had the interesting task of falling back asleep after getting over the claustrophobic attachment of tubes under my nostrils...and apparently I slept a lot better until my final wake up at 5:15 in the morning. No doubt a CPAP machine is in my future but I will let them decide that for me. And that is what a sleep study is all about. One more new and interesting medical procedure I had never much thought about before, just like all the others in my life which used to be hospital-free!
In case reading about a sleep study is as unexciting as I suspect I am attaching some photos from a family visit to the Key West Wildlife Center yesterday. A good deal more exciting than one more hospital visit.
Grandfather and grandson enjoying tropical fauna together:
7 comments:
I appreciate your description of the sleep study routine. We thought for a while Bruce needed to do that, suspecting he might have sleep apnea. I wondered how anyone could fall asleep all wired up, but you did fine and that you could also sleep with the CPAP machine okay. Thanks. We have a friend in the park who worked at a sleep center that contributed important research in the field.
Great people over at the KWWC; called an exhausted pelican in to them on Christmas day and they came right out. Lovely park, too.
We call at odd hours from dispatch and they are great to deal with too, totally dedicated.
You guys/gals are pretty good yourselves. :) I also called in a guy whose wife was in a panic that he was having a heart attack. I said, “call 911.” She said, “he won't let me.” (He was saying, “we can just call an Uber...” Oi vey.) I said, “well, I have no problem calling 911” so I did. Made the guy talk to the dispatcher and told him to at least let the EMT's check him over. Got my phone back and was a few blocks away when a bus went by, lights and sirens. (Saw two more within a half hour; y'all seemed to have a busy night.)
It has been the last few nights. Lots of people in town. I remember that call or one very much like it, though I was on the police channel.
Went thru this, same kind of results. If you can get the kind that fits into your nose instead of the full face covering mask. I think you’ll be a lot happier. Best of luck. I still get up a lot, and I still get up at 4am and can’t get back to sleep. But I do sleep better than I did and with a lot less dry mouth.
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