I have apnea. No, not Apnea, but actual sleep apnea.
I partook recently in an overnight sleep study, prescribed by my doctor when I asked him about surgery to correct a deviated septum (blockage inside your nose which prevents you from breathing 100% through both nostrils -- pretty common, apparently). He thought that this blockage probably prevented me from getting a good night's sleep (other contributing factors are enlarged tonsils (yes, yes, I DO know what they say about men with enlarged tonsils. . .thank you, ladies) and being overweight. Before I knew it, I was being wired up in a makeshift bedroom at 10pm and forced to go to bed at 11.
By the way, its 12am as I write this. I've got a bath waiting, need to get my laundry out of the dryer, and am going to finish this entry before I crash out.
The night comprised of me with electrodes taped all over my head, chest, and on my legs. The only other person there that night was the technician, who was this kooky, talkative, overenergetic 40'ish chick with faded tattoos and a pretty noticable hairlisp. Enh, she was cool enough, but quite jarring when I think that she was watching over me all night.
And I mean literally watching over me. As I (attempted to) sleep, she monitored my "readings" from the next room, AND had a camera, hooked up on the wall, focused on me the whole time. Fear not, this is standard procedure, and even if it wasn't, well, I'd be lying if I didn't admit it was kinda a turn-on. . . damn, this means I like to be watched.
To the point of my story -- I was popping midnight and morning wood off and on all night long. I could tell because there was so much time when I was definitely not asleep. It was damn impossible for me to get to sleep with those stupid wires attached, but when you're somewhat comfortable in bed, well, you just can't help but get sprung. And I wasn't gonna hide it -- this whole study is enough hassle as it is. Not that I particularly wanted to give her any false impressions or anything, but hell, if someone's gonna watch me sleep, they're gonna get the full price for their ticket!
I'm sure its a normal thing among patients and that technicians are used to it. I'm sure I'd have kept things calm if it was a dude watching me -- check that, I KNOW FOR DAMN SURE I'd have kept things chill if it was a dude there. But for me, this was about as close as I'm going to get to comprehending the excitement that our SG models get from knowing that their (gorgeous) naked bodies are on for all to see.
Like Mary, Rin, Adara, Aiko, and Alabama. Truly, thank you, ladies.
(Damn, even I didn't think I'd tie it all together like that).
ps - After all that, what's prescribed? Lose weight and get in shape. Big surprise there, huh?!?
I partook recently in an overnight sleep study, prescribed by my doctor when I asked him about surgery to correct a deviated septum (blockage inside your nose which prevents you from breathing 100% through both nostrils -- pretty common, apparently). He thought that this blockage probably prevented me from getting a good night's sleep (other contributing factors are enlarged tonsils (yes, yes, I DO know what they say about men with enlarged tonsils. . .thank you, ladies) and being overweight. Before I knew it, I was being wired up in a makeshift bedroom at 10pm and forced to go to bed at 11.
By the way, its 12am as I write this. I've got a bath waiting, need to get my laundry out of the dryer, and am going to finish this entry before I crash out.
The night comprised of me with electrodes taped all over my head, chest, and on my legs. The only other person there that night was the technician, who was this kooky, talkative, overenergetic 40'ish chick with faded tattoos and a pretty noticable hairlisp. Enh, she was cool enough, but quite jarring when I think that she was watching over me all night.
And I mean literally watching over me. As I (attempted to) sleep, she monitored my "readings" from the next room, AND had a camera, hooked up on the wall, focused on me the whole time. Fear not, this is standard procedure, and even if it wasn't, well, I'd be lying if I didn't admit it was kinda a turn-on. . . damn, this means I like to be watched.
To the point of my story -- I was popping midnight and morning wood off and on all night long. I could tell because there was so much time when I was definitely not asleep. It was damn impossible for me to get to sleep with those stupid wires attached, but when you're somewhat comfortable in bed, well, you just can't help but get sprung. And I wasn't gonna hide it -- this whole study is enough hassle as it is. Not that I particularly wanted to give her any false impressions or anything, but hell, if someone's gonna watch me sleep, they're gonna get the full price for their ticket!
I'm sure its a normal thing among patients and that technicians are used to it. I'm sure I'd have kept things calm if it was a dude watching me -- check that, I KNOW FOR DAMN SURE I'd have kept things chill if it was a dude there. But for me, this was about as close as I'm going to get to comprehending the excitement that our SG models get from knowing that their (gorgeous) naked bodies are on for all to see.
Like Mary, Rin, Adara, Aiko, and Alabama. Truly, thank you, ladies.
(Damn, even I didn't think I'd tie it all together like that).
ps - After all that, what's prescribed? Lose weight and get in shape. Big surprise there, huh?!?
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I'm very excited about seeing Rumble on the Rock live and in living color.
I heard the WEC show was pretty good...I think Scott Smith is gonna be a star one day very soon.
Got a password that works.
Its good to be back, and its good to be king!
Word to Mel Brooks.