stealing some time
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cornerofmadnessIt's late so i figured maybe I could catch everyone up.
A. the sleep clinic...oh this was a bust. I get there early so I get to sit in the room and wait. No biggie, there's cable tv (it pretty much looks like a windowless hotel room...with a camera pointed at the bed. They come to wire me up. There's wires on my chest, there's wires around my body (like the ones you see on lie detectors) they wire my ankles, my scalp, my ear lobes (that hurts!) and then my face. They put the pulse-ox (monitors blood oxygen in digital capillaries) on my left forefinger so tight it hurts then tell me to get into bed.
First they put you through eye callisthentics (to simulate REM sleep) then make you wiggle all over...probably because it amuses the bored techs then tell you to go to sleep. After two hours I'm still awake. The Pulse-ox is making my finger throb and it's numb. I start to loosen it. I figure if I loosen it too much they'll come get me because the alarm will go off. That helps. I think maybe I have to pee but that'll involve calling the tech, walking down the hall like Frankenstein's monster and trying to hold the EEG wires while I pee. Holding it sounds better.
I finally drift off then wake up. I have no idea what time it is. I lie there fighting to sleep. Finally the door opens and she says, well it's quarter to five and we get you up at five AM. You haven't been asleep in two hours, do you just want to get up? Yes. I get up, shower the three pounds of gunk out of my hair, get dressed and go only to find out that it's too early for even Bob Evans to be open.
Wal-Mart is and apparantly five in the morning is the best time ever to shop. I get on the road and drive home. I get tehre earlier in the morning than I'm usually even awake. The next day is spent entertaining my brother and playing with the parents new cat.
Then we go to the lake. It's hotter than the face of the sun so swimming in the lake was a blessing. Of course some school of fingerling fish decide my flabby thighs look yummy and start biting me. Later we went to the winery to taste test everything. I picked up a bottle of dolce rossa, a sweet red.
today was made up of mostly moving boxes of my shit out of my grandmother's place. A lot of it is stuff that time has dulled the pain of tossing out so hello dumpster/recycling bin. But I did find three containers of my missing cd's...damn that means buying more cd holders and while i'm at it, another book case.
A. the sleep clinic...oh this was a bust. I get there early so I get to sit in the room and wait. No biggie, there's cable tv (it pretty much looks like a windowless hotel room...with a camera pointed at the bed. They come to wire me up. There's wires on my chest, there's wires around my body (like the ones you see on lie detectors) they wire my ankles, my scalp, my ear lobes (that hurts!) and then my face. They put the pulse-ox (monitors blood oxygen in digital capillaries) on my left forefinger so tight it hurts then tell me to get into bed.
First they put you through eye callisthentics (to simulate REM sleep) then make you wiggle all over...probably because it amuses the bored techs then tell you to go to sleep. After two hours I'm still awake. The Pulse-ox is making my finger throb and it's numb. I start to loosen it. I figure if I loosen it too much they'll come get me because the alarm will go off. That helps. I think maybe I have to pee but that'll involve calling the tech, walking down the hall like Frankenstein's monster and trying to hold the EEG wires while I pee. Holding it sounds better.
I finally drift off then wake up. I have no idea what time it is. I lie there fighting to sleep. Finally the door opens and she says, well it's quarter to five and we get you up at five AM. You haven't been asleep in two hours, do you just want to get up? Yes. I get up, shower the three pounds of gunk out of my hair, get dressed and go only to find out that it's too early for even Bob Evans to be open.
Wal-Mart is and apparantly five in the morning is the best time ever to shop. I get on the road and drive home. I get tehre earlier in the morning than I'm usually even awake. The next day is spent entertaining my brother and playing with the parents new cat.
Then we go to the lake. It's hotter than the face of the sun so swimming in the lake was a blessing. Of course some school of fingerling fish decide my flabby thighs look yummy and start biting me. Later we went to the winery to taste test everything. I picked up a bottle of dolce rossa, a sweet red.
today was made up of mostly moving boxes of my shit out of my grandmother's place. A lot of it is stuff that time has dulled the pain of tossing out so hello dumpster/recycling bin. But I did find three containers of my missing cd's...damn that means buying more cd holders and while i'm at it, another book case.
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Date: 2006-07-18 11:05 am (UTC)and you have a supermarket open at 5 in the morning??? sheesh.
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