Hubby (aka: Snore-y McSnores-a-lot) finally went in for his sleep study last night, to see if he has sleep apnea. He's sort of been dreading it. We assumed it would be at a hospital, but it ended up being at a Holiday Inn. Bizarro?
I spoke to him a little while ago and from what I gather, they covered him with sticky suction cups and wires and every time he tried to roll onto his side, a voice over the monitor asked, "Would you please roll onto your back?" There was an infrared light filming him constantly, all very "Twelve Monkey's," he said.
A challenging sleep atmosphere, to say the least. (Apparently peeing was also a bit of a production.) But I'm certainly glad he did it! In two weeks we should have the results; Hubby may soon be wearing a Darth Vader mask to bed...
Happy Friday, Dear Reader xoxo
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