My patient gig is up...for now

Recently, I got to go on the other side of the fence. I had a sleep study in a sleep lab, after my two home studies looked funny.

I got basic prep over the phone, but I still had to call to make sure it was okay to take my meds in advance, etc. Preparing Dahey and Bubba was fun, too. They are always wanting instant communication when I am gone, so I had to let them know I was going to spend most of my time there sleeping. Translation: Don't call and send me a bunch of text messages. 

To keep the environment quiet, I had to turn off my cell phone and all my electronic devices since I was going to be wired up in bed. They budget 45 minutes to do this. My tech was great. I got wires on my head, which seemed to involve sandpaper, to make sure the electrodes and the goop got a good seal. I also got belts around my chest and waist. For good measure, I even had some leg electrodes with weights (kind of like those used when fishing). All the leg ones were attached with a good amount of goop and sealed with Medipore tape.

My room looked just like a hotel: heavenly bed type setup with a million pillows, flat screen TV and there was even a very nice leather recliner. Since I hadn't had any caffeine all day, I was ready to go to sleep when I got there.

Lights out were at 9PM for me. It took me about another hour to fall asleep. Then the fun started. My cannulas came off, not once, but twice. My room got hot, so the tech had to come in and cool it down. She warned me of this earlier, because if you sweat, the electrodes can come loose. (No way I was going to do this one twice!) Finally, the room got cooler (I think the duvet and the pillow top on the bed made me hot, but not sure.) I slept, but it was not quality sleep. I could hear trucks going down the road outside.

Miraculously, I woke up and it was nearly the wake up time we discussed when I started. I had to take all the wires in the bathroom with me, but when I got back, she took them all off. Relief!

The PhD who interprets the labs was in before I left, so I got a report. Yes, I have periods of apnea, but since none was severe enough for CPAP during the night, I probably won't get one. (My best sleep is on my side, so he recommended that). I just missed the score for a CPAP (barely). What does this mean? I will have to discuss with my doctor and see what he can wrangle with the insurance company.

As Dr. X, the pulmonologist told me, the PhD said he'd just put me on one, too. A borderline score shouldn't be an eliminator, but since insurance companies look at the almighty dollar, it is. CMS even has guidelines on this for Medicare. There are alternatives which I will have to check.

Now, I just have to wait until my next appointment to see what the verdict is.

The lost shall (again) be found

One of the characters came back today. Sometimes his memory's not so good, but he knows he's been here before.

Just turns out the nursing home sent him with a new driver who was clueless. The driver tried to take him to Washington instead of to us at the Hotel. Once he got on campus, he tried to take Mr. T to the wrong building.

The driver gets out and asks about the clinic. Yes, I tell him, he's ours. Bring him in. Dopey driver brings him in, then I take him where he needs to go.

Mr. T. looks much different than the last time I saw him. He was on his own, drinking heavily (since some of his "nice" caregivers made sure to buy his booze), but now, he's sober. He's old, but he tells me, I know this place.

He was right. And when he got done from his appointment, I saw him in the building looking all pleased. The driver from the nursing home fell asleep waiting for him to be done with his appointment. He snored so loudly, he was providing entertainment for the passersby.

Good thing the sleep lab is in another building, or they would have stopped him to discuss his snoring.

Never a dull moment!

More later...