And now for some fun

Since I do not know how to post pictures here (not that I was ever any good)  I have some on my FB thingy.  So I will tell a wee story now.  My neurologist decided that to find out how my brain is doing, and why certain things are not imporoving and other things are beginning, he had me do a "sleep study" well that was last night.

Since I do not know how to post pictures here (not that I was ever any good)  I have some on my FB thingy.  So I will tell a wee story now.  My neurologist decided that to find out how my brain is doing, and why certain things are not imporoving and other things are beginning, he had me do a "sleep study" well that was last night.

I was to arrive at the destination (old Victorian house in a nearby city)  myself and 5 others were the 'patients' that night.  Since I arrived early I was able to be 'done up'  I had brought a book to read, but realized that it was a book I had just finished reading a few months ago, for 9nth time.  A novel by Robin Cook, which is quite appropriate considering me and who I am.  (weird)  No John it was  not Coma.  ANYHOW  I am sure some of you have had to endure this horror of getting gooped up in one's jammies, and spots on sore head scrubbed so that a clean sharp contact can be made with the scalp.  Then the gritty CEMENT I tell you  (only it was greeny) plopped onto of said electrode.  one above my eye, below my eye, one above the other eye, and below  my sweet looking (yuck) earlid.  Caused the poor tech to be taken aback after reading my medical report.

So there I was.  getting hooked up.  Prongs up me nose,  microphone to broadcast any snores according to family they are enough to waken the dead.  One on each shoulder,  two on each leg one on central forehead, and one on each side of my jaw and centre of chin.  (even with whiskers)  I forgot about the legs, and I had a few hairs, that I forgot about (leg hair has vanished as have armpits)  since BC.

Now one of the many funny things.  typical of me.  a belt goes around your belly,  a belt goes ubove your breasts.  SO question is  if one has no boobs, then where does it go?  Ahhhh lets put it around where boobs would be should I have them.   ALAS  the strap slipped all the time, and ended up around my protrubing bloated belly no where near any lung that I know of.

How to get by this?  the tech ponders and ponders and finally he rigged up a shoulder strap to keep the offending slipping band fromm slipping down past my sternum.  I felt like a parachute jumper by now.

No Book to read,  I refuse to sit inn waiting room watching a TV up on the wall, with a bunch of strangers, all decked out in jammies looking like goofs (as I did)  old men, old ladies, younger than me woman, and others that did not come to the room.   I grabbed people mag and decided to try to read that.  well, I could not find a comfy spot for glasses to fit over my ears which also had tight against the graft sights of both ear backs (to make my earlid)  OUCH  ah well.

Later….lights out.  darkness prevails.  Little red light comes on.  I lay there eyes wide open.  Fumble for my Ipod to listen to some comedy and consppiritor (sp) therorist talk about how horrifc Harry Potter is and the one world govt and stuff.  My brain must have been dancing.  He politely asked me to listen to soothing music. hahah

Did not sleep much took from 9:30 to 1:30 to fall asleep.  even with sleeping pill I was allowed to take.  6:00 a.m. could not come fast enough.  soon it did, I heard my BOB ring the bell, and heard it voice!!  yeah I have been rescued.

waiting for a couple of weeks while they go over the data.  Doctor said even if I slept for 2 hours that would help.  I dreampt I was removing the things from my shunt site,  and ya know what?  I actually was, and  the tech had to rush in and replace them.  I appologized to him for being mad at him in my dream.  (dreampt he abandomed me, so my hubs and me took out the things)  twas a dream.  He must have wondered seriously about this lady from Pickering.

Happy Weekend everyone.