Last Friday I had a much-anticipated sleep study. My dentist referred me to a sleep specialist a few months ago, and I was able to get an in-person sleep study set up this fall.
My quality of sleep has been very poor lately for a multitude of reasons: stress, grief, recent wonky sleep patterns, and years of grinding my teeth and clenching my jaw at night. The last reason is why my dentist decided to refer me to a sleep specialist. She believes there’s an underlying cause.
In case nobody has drilled it into your head enough, sleep is important. And the quantity of sleep you get means little if it’s a poor quality of sleep.
Sleep deprivation can wreak havoc on your health, including but not limited to, mood swings, memory issues, lack of concentration, a weakened immune system, headaches, weight gain, depression, and constant fatigue.
The more I woke up feeling fatigued, moody, or with a headache the more I actually looked forward to getting this sleep study done. Is it how I wanted to spend a Friday night? No, I could think of more fun things to do. But all in all it was an interesting experience, and I’d like to figure out how to improve my sleep so I can get back to doing the things I love to do after work (like working out, running, cooking, etc.) without feeling too exhausted to do them.
While driving to Rochester (yes, I had to drive from Buffalo to Rochester) during rush hour on a Friday evening to get to my sleep study, inspiration struck.
Why not study my sleep study? I had a notebook in my work bag that I take with me in case I have writing ideas while I’m at the office. I had a pen in my purse. My appointment was scheduled for 7:30 and I knew I’d have some downtime.
They’re going to be studying me, so maybe it would be interesting to study the sleep study, the sleep center, and the whole process. It was a silly idea, but I rolled with it. I figured I might as well make the most out of my Friday night. I started logging what went down before, during (until I was asleep), and after my sleep study and sarcastically referred to it as the Sleep Study Study. Creative, I know.
Pre Sleep Study: Getting Started
7:15 pm – I called to check in from outside the lobby doors. They keep the office locked after hours. The sleep tech, Rebecca, came to let me in. She was friendly. She took my temperature and showed me to my room.
7:20 pm – I’m in Room 3. It looks very similar to a hotel room. There’s a TV and a nice little bathroom sink, probably so we don’t have to run to the bathroom every we need to use a sink or mirror. It’s pretty cozy. The only glaring difference between the sleep study room and a hotel room is the video camera fastened to the ceiling.
7:45 pm – The bathrooms are conveniently located across the hall. They’re clean and each bathroom is shared between two rooms. I sign some forms. Rebecca explains the study. If I need anything during the night I can just speak out loud and the machines will pick it up. I’m going to feel like I’m talking to myself.
8:00 pm – I put my pajamas on before Rebecca comes back in to attach the wires. I assume I’ll look like one of those experimental potato clocks you see in old cartoons.
8:40 pm – I’m all wired up. There are two wires behind each ear to record my jaw movements, two on my temples to record my eye movements, a few on my scalp, two for an EKG, two on each leg to record any restless leg syndromes, and two bands strapped across my chest and right below my chest. I feel like a science experiment.
8:42 pm – I try to make myself comfortable and start watching an old Halloween episode of Bob’s Burgers. The episode where the family tries to scare their youngest daughter, Louise, with a homemade haunted house because she’s never been scared before. It’s a good one – highly recommend.
8:53 pm – I’m getting kind of thirsty. I’m hoping they have bottled water or a watering fountain somewhere, but I could use the sink to fill up my water bottle if need be.
8:58 pm – I realize my “bedroom” door is just a swinging door. (Though the sleep techs always knock upon entering). I immediately imagine someone randomly barging in, but then remember it would be recorded. Five minutes of thinking of how thirsty I am is enough for me to use the sink to fill up my water bottle.
9:03 pm – Wondering if I can actually brush my teeth like this, or if I shouldn’t risk it with these wires connected to my head.
9:20 pm – I managed to brush my teeth and not get any wires wet. It was easier than I anticipated. I can’t go to bed without brushing my teeth. It drives me crazy not to.
9:57 pm – I started to wonder if I had to keep this lanyard that’s hooked to the EEG box around my neck.
9:58 pm – Took the lanyard off. Nobody has yelled from the void to put it back on, so I think I’m safe.
10:03 pm – Maybe it’s something in the air here, but I think I’m ready for bed. Then again, I just drove to the sleep center right from work and I always seem tired lately. Maybe it’s just me.
Sleep Study Begins:
10:04 pm – Rebecca’s voice reaches me from the beyond (loud speaker) asking if I’m ready to get started.
10:07 pm – Getting under the covers poses way more of a challenge with all of these wires.
10:09 pm – Rebecca comes in to put the nasal cannula (to test for any sleep apnea or breathing issues) and oxygen reader on. The oxygen reader slips onto your pointer finger, so it’s preferable that you don’t wear any dark nail polish, gel polish, or acrylic nails.
10:11 pm – Rebecca leaves to find some tape because my finger is too small for the oxygen reader. She explains if anything comes off of me while I’m sleeping that someone will have to come in and put it back on.
10:15 pm – Lights are out. My eyes are immediately confused by the complete darkness. This room is windowless.
(At this point in the Sleep Study Study all times are an estimate as my phone is sitting on a nightstand.)
10:16 pm – Rebecca’s voice comes over the speaker and asks me to do a few tests to make sure the wires are working, such as moving each foot, blinking five times, etc.
10:18 pm – Rebecca says goodnight. I laugh in response.
10:20 pm – The lights from the camera on the ceiling look like two red eyes staring at me from the darkness. Fitting as it’s now October. Spooky season has commenced.
10:25 pm – My eyes have adjusted to the darkness. No more red demon eyes.
10:26 pm – I try to turn onto my side, but the band around my chest makes it uncomfortable.
10:30 pm – I realize as a sleeper that frequently moves around that I could very well suffocate myself with these wires, but then I remember the EKG wires and oxygen reader and turn over (for some reason my other side is more comfortable than the first side I tried to sleep on) and try to fall asleep.
10:36 pm – I hear a “pop” come for my leg, as if I accidentally ripped a wire off. I almost mumbled an expletive but remember I have a microphone taped to me in case I need anything. I didn’t rip any wires off. It turns out they just made a noise when I stretched my legs.
2:30 am – Rebecca’s voice comes from the void asking if I could try to sleep on my back. I sleepily move to my back and hopefully comply. (Rebecca mentioned before the study started that if I didn’t end up sleeping on my back on my own that she or another tech will prompt me to do so halfway through my study. The doctor wants monitoring of my sleep on my sides and my back.)
Post Sleep Study: The Aftermath
6:15 am – Rebecca comes in to wake me and warns me that she’s about to turn the lights on. Quite considerate of her. My parents never warned me that they were going to turn the lights on when I was a kid.
6:20 am – All the wires and tape are taken off of me. As far as I can recall nobody had to come in to adjust anything or put something back on in the middle of the night.
6:21 am – I’m free to leave whenever I’m ready. I get dressed and wash up.
6:23 am – I’ve gotten dressed and start washing my face. There is goo everywhere. Goo in my hair. Goo on my forehead. Goo on my chin. Luckily my childhood epilepsy had made me familiar with EEGs and this wasn’t my first rodeo. For anyone who is unaware: during an EEG, sleep study, etc. they will use this gooey substance to adhere the wires to your skin. The only way I can describe it is a mixture of glue and wax. It’s messy and makes you look like Albert Einstein when they put it in your hair, but it makes the wires much easier to get off of your scalp.
6:40 am – I’m cleaned up (to the best of my ability without a shower) and ready to hit the road. I text my Mom. I start my journey back to Buffalo. Jefferson Road has never looked so dead, but then again it’s before 7 am on a Saturday. I’m hoping that by the time I find a drive-thru to grab a coffee that the mark on the side of my face from the nasal cannula tube will fade away.
Though it’s not a typical or entertaining way to spend a Friday night, I actually found my sleep study to be interesting and was pleasantly surprised that I slept as well as I did with wires attached to my head and people watching me from another room. Many people who knew I had this sleep study have expressed interest or asked questions, and I hope this Sleep Study Study provided some insight and answers. Just as I hope I have some answers at my follow up appointment in a few weeks.
In the meantime, I’m trying to be better about establishing a nighttime routine, spending less time on my phone right before bed, and listening to a soothing meditation as I’m getting ready to fall asleep.
Fluff your pillows, count your sheep, and sweet dreams.
Infographics courtesy of:
Visual.ly Community Infographics
Skyterra Wellness
World Sleep Day
My Southern Health