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so I must be OK. The study was about what I expected - everyone seemed to think it was fear of not knowing what would happen that scared me, or that I was afraid it would hurt. *shrug* That wasn't it at all.
I had a very nice tech which helped greatly and we talked about working graveyard while she wired me up. Let me say that there is an overwhelming amount of absurdity involved. Especially when you have to lay there doing the "calibration" stuff. I managed not to bust out laughing after making snoring sounds. I also managed to pass on doing an ET "Ooouuucchhh" imitation in the dark for the entertainment of the staff. (The pulse monitor glows red and it was on my left index finger.) Around 30 wires, two elastic bands, plastic tube things in my nose and a partridge in a pear tree. Would have made sleeping difficult, even if I was totally relaxed. I also took a NyQuil to take the edge off, and reduce the usual allergy symptoms. Having to pull that thing off my nose to blow it sucked.
I did ask/warn her not to surprise/sneak around me once I had fallen asleep - and I surprisingly had almost drifted off at once, but then she had to come back and replace one of the connectors - wasn't working to her satisfaction I guess. Then it was harder to get back to sleep. I tossed and turned a lot, but did sleep. I dreamed many times of the test being over and getting to take the stuff off - and I apparently pulled out the nose thing at one point, and she had to come in and help me fix it. Luckily she didn't sneak and called my name. In the morning she did mention, "You did pop right up, didn't you." Then the intercom woke me and told me it was time to go. Did the last few things got the stuff off and was home at 6:30 - just in time to hear![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dthon's alarm go off. We talked briefly and then I went back to bed. I didn't wake up until 11.
Getting the 'glue' out of my hair wasn't as bad as I expected which was indeed, lovely.
I didn't get the somewhat expected overview, so I don't have any answers, and won't until the 25th when I have the follow up with the Dr. He's very nice and happened to be the guy who met me at the door. He also showed me what the print out would look like, in an attempt to ease my mind. *shrug*
I may have to do it again, and I'll still probably be freaked out. It's one of those fears, like mine of flying. Doing it doesn't really make it any easier.
But since they have't locked me in a jar, they probably won't next time. Just like the last time I flew the plane didn't fall out of the sky.
Doesn't mean the next one won't though.
I had a very nice tech which helped greatly and we talked about working graveyard while she wired me up. Let me say that there is an overwhelming amount of absurdity involved. Especially when you have to lay there doing the "calibration" stuff. I managed not to bust out laughing after making snoring sounds. I also managed to pass on doing an ET "Ooouuucchhh" imitation in the dark for the entertainment of the staff. (The pulse monitor glows red and it was on my left index finger.) Around 30 wires, two elastic bands, plastic tube things in my nose and a partridge in a pear tree. Would have made sleeping difficult, even if I was totally relaxed. I also took a NyQuil to take the edge off, and reduce the usual allergy symptoms. Having to pull that thing off my nose to blow it sucked.
I did ask/warn her not to surprise/sneak around me once I had fallen asleep - and I surprisingly had almost drifted off at once, but then she had to come back and replace one of the connectors - wasn't working to her satisfaction I guess. Then it was harder to get back to sleep. I tossed and turned a lot, but did sleep. I dreamed many times of the test being over and getting to take the stuff off - and I apparently pulled out the nose thing at one point, and she had to come in and help me fix it. Luckily she didn't sneak and called my name. In the morning she did mention, "You did pop right up, didn't you." Then the intercom woke me and told me it was time to go. Did the last few things got the stuff off and was home at 6:30 - just in time to hear
dthon's alarm go off. We talked briefly and then I went back to bed. I didn't wake up until 11.Getting the 'glue' out of my hair wasn't as bad as I expected which was indeed, lovely.
I didn't get the somewhat expected overview, so I don't have any answers, and won't until the 25th when I have the follow up with the Dr. He's very nice and happened to be the guy who met me at the door. He also showed me what the print out would look like, in an attempt to ease my mind. *shrug*
I may have to do it again, and I'll still probably be freaked out. It's one of those fears, like mine of flying. Doing it doesn't really make it any easier.
But since they have't locked me in a jar, they probably won't next time. Just like the last time I flew the plane didn't fall out of the sky.
Doesn't mean the next one won't though.
