Life Further Adventures of Apnea Boy
Last night I was covered in electrodes, sensor bands, and more wires than I could count, then a plasic tube pumping air was strapped to my face and I was wished a good night’s sleep. Is there a better way to relax before bed?
For 8 hours there were cameras observing my movement, sensors monitering my breathing and rapid eye movement, while the 7 or so elecrodes on my cranium were recording my mental activity. All this to better understand my diagnosis of Hypersomnia/Sleep Apnea.
This was my second study (I brought celebrity photographer John Hollingsworth this time). My first diagnosis revealed that I stop breathing 45 times per hour. This visit included a breathing machine called a CPAP, and took place at the Swedish Sleep Medicine Institute's Providence Campus.
The reason this is such a problem, is that on each occasion of airway obstruction, my brain realizes that I'm suffocating, then kicks by body into survival mode, gasing for air. It's enough trauma to keep me from ever actually sleeping, but not enough to wake me up completely. So I don't even know I'm doing it. All I know is I'm tired a lot.
Hot, right?
Who wants to sleep with me?
(Read more about sleep apnea.)
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