Over here at HOI, Steve reminisces about this weekend with his Dad in Kentuck, trying to sleep through jet-engine like snoring.

I can relate. Or, those that know me, can.

I went through a sleep study some years ago. Let me tell you something about sleep studies: if you can sleep through one? you DON’T have a sleeping issue.

First: I cannot sleep on my back. Sleep sudies pretty much require that you sleep on your back.

Second: SOmeone is watching you sleep. If this doesn’t creep you out, you need to have a check up from the neck up. No, it’s not about modesty, see the post several below this one- I showered daily with over a hundred other guys for years. It’s just creepy.

Third: You have a hissing, burbling thing sitting thirty inches from your head inflating you as you try to sleep. You have to push hard to exhale.

Fourth: you have electrodes glued to your scalp, legs, etc. with the medical equivalent of Elmer’s Glue.

Fifth: Every time you move, some electrode/wire/piece of tubing/whatever comes loose and the examiner has to turn on the lights and come in and fix something.

sixth: When you DO get a CPAP, it’s like having Darth Vader whispering in your ear all night long. While a machine inflates your face. Should you accidentally open your mouth, the whistling noise will make neighbors a block away think you’re yodeling.

I could as easily have slept with a pair of live scorpions duct taped to the inside of my eyelids. It’s pure and simple bullshit. I pity anyone who goes through it, and as far as I’m conncerned, anyone who claims to derive any benefit from this voodoo is demonstratingthe placebo effect.

I am a sound sleeper, always have been. A tornado once rocked the foundations of our house, sucked off a part of the roof, busted the windows out of the house. I slept through it. I woke in a rain-soaked bed covered with broken glass while my mom and my kid sister cowered in the basement. I have slept standing up wedged between two huge pipes filled with extrmely volatile gas. I have slept on a picnic table in a park while someone was using a chainsaw five feet away.

A commenter at Steve’s place suggests I “zen out’. Sorry, pbird. Pity you were taken in by this bullshit. Sorry my insurance premiums go to pay for rube goldberg treatments for made-up maladies so idiot physicians can take their seat by the money river and dip into my pockets.