when I can’t sleep, I eat?

Hey folks, well I have had a long weekend of eating out at nice restaurants, why am I celebrating so much?
No reason, of course, each occasion has been special on its own. However, in the back of my mind, I keep thinking that it is a victory lap after enduring what they call a
“sleep study”.
That sounds nice, that terminology puts it in a welcoming frame of reference. My experience differs slightly:
I arrived at a “sleep study” center on friday night and within a half of an hour I was being hooked up with wires and tape to a large monitoring machine. Let me say, first of all, that the technician had no idea how to deal with a person who is blind. He was treating me as if I had a psychiatric disability, or as if I was extremely dependent. So, where was I? They taped up most of my body with wires and monitors, and then told me to go to sleep. Great! That’s exactly what I wanted. Did I tell you about the wires on my head?
They put some kind of goop or cream on my head and then taped down several wires to it.
To make a long story short, when I woke up, I had already laid in bed for 8 hours but I probably got five hours of sleep. While this is normal for me, it feels very uncomfortable doing so in that position. Finally, the technician untaped me, which is painful by itself. The bottom line: I have to wait a month to figure out why I don’t sleep well at night.
So yes, my weekend was worth every calory.
Update: I am nervously awaiting the results of that sleep study, I can’t wait to find out what is really happening with me. Now that I wrote that, I am going to bed.

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