So I decided to spend an exorbitant amount of money to have a night away to sleep in a quiet room where I will have no distractions.

Just kidding. I’m having a sleep study done tonight. But I am spending an exorbitant amount of money.

My primary care physician has this idea that because of my fibro, I also have sleep apnea. I tried to explain to him that in order to have sleep apnea, I would have to actually have time to sleep. Robot Boy was with me at the appointment, and the doctor admitted he understood I probably didn’t get to sleep much or for long periods of time. Still, he insisted my daytime fatigue is caused by sleep apnea. Not, you know, the fact that I sleep two hours and am up for three to care for RB, then sleep for another hour, and so forth. That has nothing to do with it.

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Marty Feldman (Igor), in Mel Brooks’ Young Frankenstein

At any rate, if I want to get this Igor Eye corrected with surgery (that is the medical term for the condition, BTW), I must be cleared by my PCP. And he won’t until he is certain I do or don’t have sleep apnea.

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“Damn your eyes!” Gene Wilder to Marty Feldman, Young Frankenstein.

At least the digs are nice here at the hospital. I was expecting an uncomfortable hospital room, utilitarian and quotidian-like the rooms I’ve been living in for the last year. I’ve seen RB have three sleep studies, and none of them looked comfortable or tempting.

He was covered in electrodes and wires and had belts strapped across his chest. How one is supposed to sleep in that condition, I don’t know.

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Harumph

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A real bed all to myself.

I will have to be attached to these things as well, but the room resembles more of a comfortable hotel room than a hospital room.

I have a notorious love of hotels. Don’t ask why, because I don’t know. I have just always felt comforted and excited by staying in a hotel. Maybe it’s a reminder of the excitement involved with vacationing. Maybe I’m just a freako. Who knows?

This room seems nice and soothing. I hope I can sleep with all those wires and whatnot attached. I am so looking forward to a night of uninterrupted sleep. I’m also looking forward to getting the results of the test that will hopefully show I do not have sleep apnea.

We don’t need RB and me on a CPAP machine. I wouldn’t even have time to wear the damn thing!

Hypnos, may all go well tonight.

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Comfy