Let's be healthy adults!
Jun. 2nd, 2012 04:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
outsdrOr finally growing up.
Last week, I drug Andy of to my doctor at his new clinic so Andy could get his first check up in a decade. It went well, although I constantly teased him about being mindprobed. Two things we decided to followup with were some bloodwork and a sleep breathing test.
It's hard to describe what sleep is like for me, mainly because I'm sleeping, or at least I'm trying to when I'm not being woken up by the cat to either go out or come in. According to Andy, whenever we share a hotel room, I snore loudly enough to keep him awake (I have the same complaint about him!) And frequently, especially when drifting off, I'll waken myself by taking a deep, sudden breath, like my mind is trying to slow down my body to a restful state and my body is fighting back. Or something. It's almost a symptom of Mountain Sickness, really. I also wake up feeling groggy and like I've been pounded on all night.
Just this past Thursday, I finally got the call that the testing apparatus would be dropped off to me that day. I IM'd Andy and had a little fun ...
So, yeah, a sensor that slipped over the tip of a finger and got taped down, connected to a tri-corder. Luckily, it was on a long cord, although it still seemed to get in the way while I was sleeping. But, morning came and I bundled them back up and they were picked up Friday once more at the office, by a different person this time, and older gentleman who felt the need to loudly exclaim that he was there to "PICK UP THE SLEEP TESTERS FROM A TIM AND ANDY!" when asked if we could help him. Yeah, thanks for that; next time, just ask for me. We're hoping to get the results back next week.
Thursday we also went to see my insurance agent, who is now Andy's insurance agent as well, and we re-worked our policies to make them more appropriate to our living situation and coverage needs. Andy also got a real life insurance policy. I told him he's doing the things I wish I had done when I was his age, instead of now, and I didn't want him to make the same mistake.
Tomorrow (well, today) we go to get our blood drawn for testing. The local clinic only does it once a month, Saturday mornings, and the tests require a 12 hour fast beforehand. No problem, really .... except, of course, I work overnight on Fridays.
I had some coffee and a big dinner at 8 pm Friday night, and since then, I've had a breath mint and a stick of gum.
It's been a long shift.
Last week, I drug Andy of to my doctor at his new clinic so Andy could get his first check up in a decade. It went well, although I constantly teased him about being mindprobed. Two things we decided to followup with were some bloodwork and a sleep breathing test.
It's hard to describe what sleep is like for me, mainly because I'm sleeping, or at least I'm trying to when I'm not being woken up by the cat to either go out or come in. According to Andy, whenever we share a hotel room, I snore loudly enough to keep him awake (I have the same complaint about him!) And frequently, especially when drifting off, I'll waken myself by taking a deep, sudden breath, like my mind is trying to slow down my body to a restful state and my body is fighting back. Or something. It's almost a symptom of Mountain Sickness, really. I also wake up feeling groggy and like I've been pounded on all night.
Just this past Thursday, I finally got the call that the testing apparatus would be dropped off to me that day. I IM'd Andy and had a little fun ...
8:56:13 AM outsdr: Sleep monitors are being dropped off today, here at the office.
8:59:31 AM Andy: oh ok cool
9:00:22 AM outsdr: They're smaller than I expected. About the size of a picnic cooler. There's an opening that the head goes into, and the atmospheric pressure inside as well as oxygen usage is measured that way.
9:00:51 AM outsdr: Also, something about flickering red lights to measure unconscious responsiveness.
9:03:00 AM outsdr: And I guess we have to do it on separate nights, because the person who is being tested has to have their arms strapped down to prevent removing the box in the night.
9:03:21 AM Andy: ......
9:03:36 AM Andy: that sounds like a claustrophobic nightmare
9:03:49 AM outsdr: Nah, it will be fine.
9:03:54 AM outsdr: I'll put the kitty on your chest.
9:03:57 AM Andy: lol
9:04:27 AM Andy: so I need to sleep with this box on my head? I sleep on my stomach... wonder how that's going to work... and I usually have my arms under the pillow
9:04:48 AM Andy: think I'll avoid the arm straps... I'm sure I can manage leaving it the box on
9:04:57 AM Andy: leaving the box on* wtf brain
9:05:06 AM outsdr: LOL
9:05:53 AM outsdr: We could try ... handcuffs
9:06:02 AM Andy: ...
9:06:15 AM outsdr: Eh, I'm just fooling with you. Apparently, it's the size of a calculator, and it's a simple sensor that clips on the finger.
9:06:31 AM Andy: LOL good. I was going to say, what in the fuck on this contraption
9:06:37 AM outsdr: LOL
9:07:17 AM outsdr: If I had time, it would have been fun to show up at home with a cardboard box with a hole cut in the side and "Testing Box" scrawled on the side in crayon.
9:07:36 AM Andy: yeah... I would've said something about that
So, yeah, a sensor that slipped over the tip of a finger and got taped down, connected to a tri-corder. Luckily, it was on a long cord, although it still seemed to get in the way while I was sleeping. But, morning came and I bundled them back up and they were picked up Friday once more at the office, by a different person this time, and older gentleman who felt the need to loudly exclaim that he was there to "PICK UP THE SLEEP TESTERS FROM A TIM AND ANDY!" when asked if we could help him. Yeah, thanks for that; next time, just ask for me. We're hoping to get the results back next week.
Thursday we also went to see my insurance agent, who is now Andy's insurance agent as well, and we re-worked our policies to make them more appropriate to our living situation and coverage needs. Andy also got a real life insurance policy. I told him he's doing the things I wish I had done when I was his age, instead of now, and I didn't want him to make the same mistake.
Tomorrow (well, today) we go to get our blood drawn for testing. The local clinic only does it once a month, Saturday mornings, and the tests require a 12 hour fast beforehand. No problem, really .... except, of course, I work overnight on Fridays.
I had some coffee and a big dinner at 8 pm Friday night, and since then, I've had a breath mint and a stick of gum.
It's been a long shift.
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Date: 2012-06-03 12:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-03 03:14 am (UTC)I didn't HAVE to drug Andy to get him to the doctor, but it was always an option ...
If only there was a better way to keep him out of trouble (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boxing_Helena)
:D.