if you're going to do a sleep study, bring all the blankets

     ... Because hospital rooms are seriously cold and the blankets they provide could not warm you at all. I was embarrassed at first because I had brought a suitcase full of two of my blankets, my pillow, and a mini fan, whilst everyone else had just their purse and donned their jammies. After seeing the quality of the room, though, I felt bad for everyone else. You would think the hospital would try to make it as comfortable as possible, wouldn't you? At least I did.
     And let me tell you: if you ever go to one, heaven forbid, it might be the most uncomfortable sleep experience you will have. For one, they are watching you sleep and can hear anything you say. Always. Every time I sat up in my bed they would come in not even a minute after and tell me to lay back down. Talk about creepy. I suppose they do so to prevent people from sleep walking or sitting up in their sleep (which I actually do), but still. Try sleeping knowing you are being spied on.
     Secondly, the wires. So. Many. Wires. Attached to your body using adhesives, which are so not fun. I had one on each of my calves, one on my right hip, one in the middle of my chest, one on the left side of my jaw, one on each cheek, and one on my forehead. If having your body wired so you're attached to the bed isn't fun enough, you get a bonus! In your hair! Instead of using adhesives, though, they use glue to attach them to your scalp. I believe I had at least six. So not only is your body captive, but now your head is too. Then there was that weird little tube you see old people wearing that have two spots sticking up to put under your nose. Except mine had a little piece sticking out the bottom, too, to catch if I happened to snore, which poked my mouth. A lot. And I'm pretty sure my nose was rubbed raw. The wires made me feel like I had a new set of long, wire-y hair, because it truly was just that thick. Whenever I moved at night I felt them drag on the bed with me. Turning over isn't much better either when you have to keep untangling yourself.
     Then there's the belts that hold them all in place. I had two wrapped around my head, one on my waist, and one on my chest, all of which are also connected to wires. Plus the heart monitor I had attached to my finger, which includes, you guessed it, yet another wire. I seriously felt like one of those new HD TVs where you can plug twenty different things into them at a time and get a wire-y jumble of misery behind the TV which you just hope you never have to go digging in to find a particular wire.
     So to sum it up, I spent the night in a hospital room on a cot whilst practically rooted to machines and belts, constantly under surveillance, and got to listen to the heart monitor go beep, beep, beep.... At least the nurses were kind. I did like them.
     In the end, it was determined that it took me an hour to fall asleep. I did, however, wake up several times during the night and got a grand total of three hours of sleep in the eight hour period. I never really realized how bad my sleeping was because between all the naps and late nights I wasn't able to keep track, so those numbers were pretty surprising to me. Now I am really curious to see what the doctors have to say.
     Boy, I am tired. It's 8:44am now. They woke me up at 5:40am, so it's definitely going to be a hard day surviving on those three hours I had.