Smart me took my Paxil as soon as I got to the sleep clinic last night. And I'm glad I did because I really needed it. Some things were a lot better than the first time, but some were a lot worse.
The tech that helped me did everything herself which was nice, because I really could barely tolerate 2 people touching me at the same time last time. Especially in a tiny little cold room with fans blowing on me from every direction. That's just the wire hookup though. After that, the worst part the first time, was the smell of glue.
The really bad part was that after the hookup, I had a really sick stomach. I was in the bathroom probably 3 times within an hour. I thought I might vomit, but I didn't. I'll spare you the details, because they are quite gross. So, anyway, dinner hadn't agreed with me but after an hour I was ok to lay down and get all my wires hooked into the monitors.
At first I had no complaints about the mask - which fit over nose and mouth, or the level of air pressure. The difficulty came when I would fall asleep and the position of my head would change. Then the mask would move and lose suction making huge wet farting sounds on my face. So not pleasant, oh yeah, and it was pressing down to hard on the bridge of my giant crooked nose (thanks IRL sister). We tried this for about 2 hours before they finally made some readjusments and let me sleep on my side at midnight. After that, I didn't wake up until my usual time, 5:45. I do notice a bit of difference in my alertness now. But, I could still nap. Good idea, actually.
From here, the doctor looks at the study and writes a prescription for me to get my own machine. Then I will get lessons on how to take care of it and bring it home to be my new nightime cuddle buddy. Hobbes will not be pleased, but I hope he'll get used to it. I need my fluffy bed companion. Which reminds me, Sweetie might be able to tolerate sleeping with me too now. I hate to lose my bed real estate. Hmmm.