One Bad Night

I’m just about tired of medial test. Again, I feel great. If you go by how I feel then there’s nothing wrong. My BP is a little high. We’re changing my meds to see what works best. My doctor thinks that there is something wrong with my breathing. She keeps talking about a c-pap machine as a strong possibility. 

 

But I don’t think I have sleep apnea. I don’t snore, I don’t wake up with a sudden jerk like I’d stopped breathing all I do is wheeze a little. But still she insisted on a sleep study. I was happy to hear I could do it at home. 

But that was a horrible night. It was time to go to bed. I had something strapped around my chest. I had something attached to my finger and I had tubes up my nose. And the lights on the chest strap kept blinking. And honestly none of that really bothered me. What bothered me was that I could not go to sleep. All the apparatus was a little annoying, but it was my brain continuously telling me I had to go to sleep that was driving me nuts. It was a long and horrible night. But evidently, I slept enough for them to get some reading. I have a telephone visit with them on the tenth to tell me the results. The other tests have hinted that I’m not getting enough oxygen at night.

I feel like my heart rate is low at night. According to my watch, it often goes down to thirty-seven beats per minute during the time I’m asleep. I want some answers, but I feel like it’s just going to lead to more tests. I’m about ready for results.