Workin' for the Weekend rhymes with Goin' off the Deep End

[wednes]

Thanks to Canadian "rocker" Mike Reno for that rhyming tip.
It's Saturday, and I'm at the day job. As it happens, I switched shifts so a co-worker could hang out with their family. Said co-worker hooked me up with a lovely card and some gourmet cupcakes. Sweet! And a good thing too, seeing as how I came in this morning to find half a box of Pop Tarts totally pilfered. I'm not even leaving the good granola bars in my desk anymore, given the shocking frequency with which they are taken.

Had my sleep study, which was torture. Awful I tells ya, just awful. The people were very nice and professional. The room was really chilly--good sleeping weather. Nice comfy bed, H got to stay with me for a long time, TV with cable (though no Comedy Central--B to the S), and everything made for shall we say...the kingly sized. Seriously, it had the biggest toilet I have ever seen. H took pics of the bevy of cameras, and me with tons of crap strapped to me. Sadly, I'm at work and don't have the pics with me, so you cannot see them yet.
Falling asleep was nigh onto impossible, I finally took a whole sleeping pill around 2am. I can't sleep on my back, and even attempting to flip over or onto my side let to the wires pulling out of my legs--necessitating a visit from the nurse, who turns the damn lights on. Plus, it felt like being strangled the whole time I was lying down. Even on just a few hours of sleep, it was totally obvious that I have sleep apnea and am at constant risk of imminent death. But I don't want to over-dramatize. ;-]
Scheduled for a follow-up this week to get fitted for a mask and such. Not sure how all the equipment and stuff is gonna work out with the insurance, so we shall see.

Been sleeping a ton all week. So. Tired. Expecting to have tons of energy and focus once I get all this breathing nonsense under control. Good thing to, as I'm behind with pretty much everything. Interviews, novel, even work for the day-job. Lame.

Watched The Perfect Host with David Hyde Peirce. My gods, it was delightful. A little overplotted in some places, especially toward the end. But the bulk of the film was just a joy to behold. Really wonderful, unexpected, a great black comedy.

Comments

[opaqueplanet]

First of all, righteous Canadian outrage at the irony quotes on "rocker". Loverboy is so hardcore! *snerk*

I think my fiancé has sleep apnea. I'm trying to get him to go and get checked out. When he sleeps, he sounds like he's forcing air through a tube the size of a pencil, and he stops breathing several times a night.

I had to fall asleep with electrodes on once, but they were just on my head, because they were testing for epilepsy. It was a two-hour deal, and one hour of that was having me hold my eyes open or closed while lights flashed at varying speeds. The last hour I fell right to sleep though. The tech was like "did you actually fall asleep?" I was like, "ya, I thought you told me to. And I haven't slept in like 20 hours." And he says, "well ya, but NO ONE actually falls asleep! I just expected you to go into a sleepy relaxed phase - that's all we actually need." Dammit dude, I coulda done that with a full night's sleep and two naps! (I could have probably fallen asleep under those conditions too. I can fall asleep anywhere. Thank you, University.)

[wednes]

Did the electrodes leave you covered in gunk? I've learned that I am NOT a fan of electrode gunk. Plus I had JUST touched up my manic panic and had to scrub my hair multiple times and them put lemon juice in it just to get the gunk out.

Apnea is scary. I was told all my life how lucky one side of the family is since they tend to "die peacefully in their sleep." Now that I know about apnea, it seems clear that they all stopped breathing and never started again. Boooo!
My life is actually really good, so I'd like to get a few more decades out of it if I can. ;-]

In the 80's, cool kids were wearing these hip concert-style jerseys that were black with 3/4 length white sleeves. I finally got one as a gift--super stoked to have something so "cool." and yeah...it had Loverboy on it, which I thought was just awesome.

[opaqueplanet]

Oh yes, so much gunk. There were like, 24? 36? electrodes just on my head, and each one gooey as hell. Although I don't remember it being any harder to wash out than... I dunno... puke. Puke is gross to clean out of hair. And I don't drink. I say this as a big sister.

It really sucks that you just dyed your hair, though. I know my dye fades if you look at it wrong - lemon juice must be a bitch. But! if you're blonde (which you aren't, but I was when I was young) you can use lemon juice to get your hair several shades lighter. Suck it, peroxide!

[wednes]

I've heard that, about the lemon. I've always wanted to have light colored hair, but not blonde. So it's fun to get to be pale blue every now and again.

Don't think I've ever had to wash puke out of my hair. Man...I feel really fortunate now. I do have a BA, after all.
;-]