Sleep Clinic
I spent last night at a sleep clinic in Pocatello, Idaho. The last time I slept in Pocatello was on my honeymoon (Yes, I know I can hear the questions now, you went to Pocatello on your honeymoon? We did. It’s called poverty).
The sleep clinic tried its best to masquerade as a comfy hotel. My room had soft curtains, pleasant pictures, and bounteous pillows. Generally it succeeded at this charade, except for the infrared light and closed circuit camera pointing at me. Plus the array of electrodes and wires pasted all over my body, the straps around my chest and waist, the oxygen tube up my nose, and the pulse monitor taped to my finger. After filling out a lengthy questionnaire, I attempted to fall asleep knowing there were two technicians staring at a screen monitoring my every breath and movement.
What was the prognosis from the technician that woke me early this morning so I wouldn’t miss my flight to San Antonio? She said I slept very well by sleep clinic standards. I suppose that meant I didn’t get tangled up in the wires and the alarm only went off once at 3:00 AM when the pulse monitor disconnected.
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Comments
There was a sleep clinic scene on a Hallmark Hall of Fame movie last week. Only in that case, the technicians had to run in and wake the kid up, because he was such a freakish sleeper they thought he was going to die. Glad your experience was milder! Also, loved that random sign in your last post. What in the world could it mean?
Posted by: Laini | April 27, 2006 11:33 AM
Laini, that sign is so bizarre, isn't it. The guy carrying it seemed normal, although it struck me as odd that he carried it along side the marching firefighter brigade. Maybe he is anti-firefighting. Or he could be a Dr. Seuss wannabe that likes nonsensical compound words.
Posted by: jd | April 27, 2006 10:18 PM