so the foundation is set for my point-of-view on things.
Last night, i participated in Part Two of my sleep study - a misnomer if ever there was one. This particular night, i was to try using a cpap machine ALONG WITH having electrodes and motion belts strapped on, glued in my hair, on my face, up my pantlegs, etc. You know, the usual. I'm not sure what i expected the cpap to be, but it wasn't the Darth Vader thing that was strapped on me. so, thusly encumbered, was told to go to sleep naturally. okaaaaay. i had to place ultimate trust in the respiratory therapist that he wouldn't let me die in my sleep. And also that the thick goo would come out of my hair. here's the contraption:
That is no one's face inside it, by the way. yes. all i could think of was I'm Your Father Luke, and try to keep up with the breathing sounds i heard. i did feel well-rested in the morning, but honestly? I don't see myself wearing this at night. it pinched and, well, just didn't make me feel all that good about myself in the ego department. My friend uses a cpap every night but has a different mask-thing, so today, after i get the glop out of my hair, i'll take a look online. maybe something in pink glitter? maybe i could bedazzle it? not much of a girlie person, though. maybe go all steampunk. heyyy - maybe i could design some spanky looking units! yeah!
sleep well, my friends.