All wired up.
That's right -- wired up, literally.
Recently, I underwent a sleep study at Trinity Hospital in Augusta -- orders of my cardiologist, Dr. Kellie Lane, whom I've known for many years. Being perfectly honest, I've been experiencing some health-related problems and now I'm being put through a series of special tests -- all in an attempt to find out what is wrong.
Already, they've discovered that I have sleep anima -- termed an actual medical condition.
I'll never forget that test as long as I live.
It really wasn't bad. It's just that you have to check into the hospital and spend the night. Well, OK, there's a little more to it.
A technician actually has to hook electrode wiring to various parts of your body before you are allowed to bunk down for the night. In my case, the technician was Warren, a really nice fellow, who knew exactly what his job was. That job involved gooey stuff being put different spots on my head, my face and other parts of my body. Electrode wires are then hooked up so that the technician can monitor every little thing that happened as I slept that Sunday night.
The electrodes even allowed him to monitor my brain wave activity -- the first time I've ever encountered that sort of test. Trust everything was OK in that area.
Kidding aside, you are literally wired from your head to your feet. Again, it's all a necessary process. A clasp to monitor my oxygen level also was placed on my right index finger.
When he was completed, I'm sure I looked a sight.
Warren explained that a microphone beside my bed would monitor everything I said, if anything, during my sleep. The microphone was one of those very sensitive ones -- the kind that can detect all sorts of sounds made in my sleep, too.
I remember being restless all during the night -- very similar to the kind of rest I've been getting for the past two or three years. It hasn't been worth a toot.
Now that I have been officially informed by Charlotte from the sleep center that I have sleep anima, maybe I can get the help I need to feel much better. Charlotte seems to think so and I trust her.
It won't come until I undergo another similar test, though. I will have to report to the sleep center again, soon, to be all wired up again. I'm not going to mind one little bit having this done again, especially if it's going to help me feel better.
I'll let everybody know how it worked out for me, perhaps, in a future column.
Meanwhile, I'm still taking my new blood pressure medicine to make me feel better, too. And it actually is. It's simply amazing what medicine can do for us. Thanks, Dr. Lane!