With the second sleepover complete, I am still unsure of the next step in this process. As I understand it, someone will be calling me with the final results in the next week or so. That works for me! I’ll be happy to put this issue aside for awhile.
The second night was much like the first, except I was introduced to Tyler, my technician for the night. I was pleased to find that he was as pleasant as Randy, and as thorough. The difficulties of last night’s visit had more to do with the CPAP machine, than they did with the care I received. I heard horror stories, of course, but I figured, “How hard could it be?” I’m almost a Master at MRIs, which make most people cringe with fear. A little mask and some air should be a breeze, right? (pun intended).
Well. What do I know? Trying to sleep with a CPAP machine is a tough haul. From the moment the air first blasted into the mask, and I tried valiantly to exhale, I knew I was going to be in for quite a night! Wired from head to toe yet again, I felt as if I couldn’t move around enough to get comfortable. Every time that I moved my head, the mask leaked air. I had no concept of time, but it felt like I struggled with that mask for hours. I’m sure that wasn’t the case!
My mind was definitely playing games with me. I was certain that my nose and face were itching. Just knowing that I couldn’t scratch my face under that mask, made me doubly sure that I needed to do so! This happens to me in MRI machines, too. Being a Gemini, I am often “of two minds” about things; but this situation set up the most bizarre argument with my self.
“My nose is itching. My nose is itching. My nose is itching.” My fingers would start twitching wanting to get to my face.
“No, it’s NOT! No, it’s NOT! No, it’s NOT! ” Taking deep breaths, I tried to ride it out without panic. I tried to concentrate on anything else, so I thought about this post, and how on earth I would be able to describe this to you. The moment passed; but as soon as I settled down, it started up again!
Finally, Tyler noticed my struggle and brought in a different mask. He carefully fitted it for me, and we gave it a try. It didn’t make the mind games about itching any better, but it did allow me to rest enough to get to sleep. Problem solved, I hope!
I’m still waiting to hear about the results, and what the next step will be. In the meantime, I’m extremely grateful for the professional and considerate care I received at the UT Sleep Disorders Center. They made me feel much less nervous about the polysomnograph. As much as I appreciated my time there, I really would rather not have to go back again–unless it is just to say hello and thank you.