A not so young cowboy took a second sleep study test on Monday night.
The initial test a couple of months ago was startling to say the least. The report stated that I had stopped breathing 88 times in one hour.
The technician was very personable and excited to try a new mask system his patients had favored. Before leaving my room, he placed a rubber thingamajig on my index finger and said if I needed assistance to just remove it and he would know to return and address any issues.
I soon learned to my dismay that the walls in the facility were as thin as paper. Two employees were outside my room talking and they sounded as if they were three feet away from me.
So…I removed the rubber thingamajig and waited…and waited some more as the talking continued nonstop.
After ten minutes and no response, I lifted the breathing mask from my jaw thinking surely Simon would be alerted in the control room.
Nothing. The talking seemed to intensify and I’m not real good at waiting.
Replacing the mask, I began yelling SIMON…SIMON…SIMON, thinking surely he’d hear me and respond quickly.
It was not meant to be and when Simon finally did respond he said he was not in the control center but tending to another patient.
‘Can I bring you some earplugs’, he asked?
The plugs worked ok and eventually sleep settled over me.
It was around 5:30 am. as I was driving home that I considered what it might have looked like had video been able to capture the eyes bulging…smoke exiting the ears, Cowboy screaming SIMON to no avail.
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