I’m about to head into a specialist clinic to get looked at for possible Sleep Apnoea. Which I’m pretty much 100% sure I have, but they need to go through a process, you know.
Anyway, one of the prerequisites for this clinical trial is that I have to have a complete set of blood tests and skin allergy tests and glucose tolerance tests, which I spent most of today having done. I am, along with most people, allergic to Dust Mites. And nothing else. So that’s cool.
The glucose tolerance test involves not eating for 10 or so hours, then they take blood samples, give you a big drink of mostly sugar .. wait a bit .. take more blood .. wait a bit .. take more blood, etc. The idea being they can see over time how you process and use the sugar, and thus if you’re producing enough insulin, etc. I don’t mind taking this test, because I’m the poster child for “At Risk Of Diabetes”, but damn it’s tedious. You just have to sit there waiting for the next blood test. I’m glad I brought an ipod.
And they took SO MUCH BLOOD – My arms look like I’m the singer for an overrated britpop band.
Treatment for Sleep Apnoea ranges from a positive pressure mask to wear at night which makes sure you actually get oxygen while you sleep (which I will certainly wear, along with a cape, and fight .. or do .. crime.) through to surgery where they core your head out like an apple to clear a path from your nose backwards.
At this stage, I don’t care what they do – I just want to wake up refreshed, instead of slightly less tired than I was when I went to sleep.