Last Tuesday morning at about 5:30 a.m. I walked to a chorus of bird song from Goshen’s Sleep Disorder Center. I had entered the building at 7:30 the evening before.
Regular readers may remember that I complained of falling asleep in church during the sermon, something that I have avoided through years of attentive and sometimes critical listening. “Joy” didn’t like it that she couldn’t nudge me awake so she was ashamed, too.
I took the problem to my nurse practitioner, and she suggested that I drink coffee on Sunday mornings, but also checked my problem further. She gave me a gadget to check my breathing while sleeping, and the gadget report sent me for a night at the sleep disorder clinic.
So I spent a night under constant camera surveillance. I had two belts around me and 26 tiny wires attached to me. Most of the wires were on my balding head to check my brain waves. (The nurses said I have the kind of head they like to attach wires to.)
I dropped off into deep sleep about 9:45 pm and awoke about 2:30 am to go the bathroom. I waved my hand as instructed and the nurse monitoring my movements said, “I’ll be right there”. She took charge of my wires and released me for a trek to the bathroom where there was no camera.
For the next two hours I contented myself by pondering the three major events of the Sunday past as reported in the previous three blogs. Then I fell asleep again only to be awakened about 5:15 to be de-wired and freed to go home.
I have since learned that I have sleep apnea and should be fitted for a CPAP contraption to use at night. My 93 year old brother sleeps with extra oxygen at night. When we discussed the latest development he asked rhetorically “What did they do before they had all these contraptions?” We agreed quickly, “They died!”