So I’m going on a great vacation (I am convinced!) starting Sunday. This is why I scheduled my sleep study for the Thursday before we left. The contrast seemed appropriate.
During a study, you get numerous electrodes glued to your face, arms, legs, and chest. If you are lucky, you get Doug the Awesome Technician to be your handler, and you both talk about all your favorite sf and fantasy novels while he’s using the air compressor on the glue. Then wires are connected to boxes, adjustments are made, and you are put into a bed and told to go to sleep. At 9 PM.
This clearly did not work for me. Despite an initial lulling off, I woke up at 12:30, and stayed that way until 1:30, which is about when the Ambien Doug gave me kicked in. Ambien, for the record, is Good Shit and I wholeheartedly would be a poster girl for it.
But I don’t need to be, because once the doctor reviews my records he’s probably going to recommend a sedative. The theory is that it’ll relax me enough during those first two hours to stop the wake-up-screamings. And I will experience full nights of sleep once more.
So that wasn’t the sorrow, actually. It was uncomfortable at times and I’m yawning like a starving Venus flytrap, but that’s not the sorrow.
The sorrow is Bart, who was my first Aikido instructor. Massive heart attack. Coma. And the news is that after today, “nature will take its course”. Which I think is the gentle way of saying he’s going to pass sometime this weekend or earlier.
And god. damn. it. Healthy man, couldn’t even be far out of his 40s, sweet guy who scared the crap out of me when I first met him, a brisk but technically brilliant instructor.
God damn it. Too young. Too young.
Anyway.
I have a huge list of things to get done today. And a few more tomorrow. Saturday night, as promised, I will likely organize my pantry. Gleeheehee! You all thought I was crazy when I organized my freezer and put it all into a spreadsheet, but who’s crazy now, hunh? Hunh??
Take care all. See you when I get back from Mexico. Perhaps even with pictures this time!
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I’m really sorry to hear about your instructor. That’s sad.
I love me my Ambien. I can’t get my brain to shut off enough to fall asleep at night, so I club myself with Ambien and get a night. It’s awesome.
So sorry to hear about your instructor, Steph =(
Thanks, ladies.
Gryph, that Ambien rocked my tiny, self-centered world.
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