By Neena Strichart
Whereas most folks were spending time with family and friends— seeing movies, plays or just enjoying a favorite television show (real time or TiVoed)— last Saturday night I spent my time in a medical lab experiencing a polysomnogram— a sleep study.
I didn’t go into the experience completely unaware of what to expect, as my husband Steve has been through two such studies in the last several years. The results of his first test determined that he indeed had sleep apnea— something we had suspected for a long time. The doctor decided that a CPAP (continuous positive airway pressure) machine, when worn during sleeping, would help Steve get a good night’s sleep on a regular basis. It has certainly worked well for Steve— and for me. He seems to be more rested since starting the CPAP treatment.
Steve’s second test was a couple of years ago. It was really just a follow-up and showed that the pressure needed to be adjusted a bit and allowed for Steve to be issued a new state-of-the-art machine.
I arrived for my study at 8pm and was greeted by lovely Janelle— the young lady who would be up all night monitoring my every move. She showed me to my sleeping quarters, which turned out to be furnished rather a la Motel 6, except that the restroom was located “down the hall.” After I was a bit settled, Janelle escorted me to the room where I would be outfitted with wires and whatnots from noggin to knees. While I was seated in my two-piece PJs, my pal Janelle taped and glued what seemed like enough wiring to light up the city of Signal Hill. And although I looked like something out of a science fiction movie, I have to admit, I wasn’t uncomfortable.
I then returned to my room to read, watch TV and relax. When I was ready to go to sleep I just stated the fact aloud and, hearing me through the intercom, Janelle came in to tuck me in and check my wiring.
After she completed a few tests of the equipment, I attempted to go to sleep!and sleep I did, most of the time. I did find myself trying to not move around much, for fear of loosening the wires. Nevertheless, I think I did get about five to six hours of sleep before needing to “powder my nose.” Again, all I needed to do was just speak out and in came Janelle to unhook me for my quick trip down the hall. Once I returned to bed, I slept soundly until 6am, when I was gently awakened by Miss Janelle. At that time, I was unwired and then headed home to go back to bed. That’s all I have to report for now. I meet with my doctor in a couple of weeks for my results. I’ll fill you in then!
