A hunted Sleep Center

So I went to my dreaded appointment at the sleep center.  I was 15 minutes early due to my paranoia of driving at night and suddenly getting lost.  The technician got me situated in a room and said to wait since she has to finish the procedure with another patient.  Before she left she asked if I drank any sleeping pill and I answered no one told me to do so.  She looked at me and said well I hope you could sleep. 

The tech came back in the room with a bunch of wires in different colors.  It looked like wires for the TV.  She made me sit on a chair as she attached these wires on my head, nose, finger and legs.  I was appalled on how many wires needs to be attached just to figure out that I am not breathing properly.  Isn’t me snoring a good enough sign?

 The room was hot and she turned the portable AC on which was way on the other side of the room and the air barely hit my feet.  Oh gosh how am I going to sleep now?  Well I finally found my spot and started to fall asleep.  Though I was still aware of my surrounding, I heard someone yell HEY!  I abruptly sat up and asked if the tech called me since the room is filled with camcorders and intercom.  She answered “NO!”  Totally weird, I tried to sleep again.  Then I caught myself saying “$%nt!”(A word that I would never call a girl, which has same meaning as a prostitute I think)  The tech was like “What did you say?”  I tried to explain to her that I have no idea what is going on and that in no way do I even use that word.  Convincing?  Pssshh, barely got her to understand the issue earlier.  So then again with all these unexplainable stuff happening I tried to close my eyes.  Minutes have passed and I have again caught myself saying “Come over here.”  The tech suddenly goes in the room with a really upset face.  Imagine my face of frustration!  So I decided to tell the tech, no matter what happens in the room, unless I say help me, please ignore everything else.  I have no, absolutely no, control over what I say when I am half asleep. 

Then you get the minor wire came off so tech have to come back in and reposition it.  It was a night that I needed to sleep but no luck of reaching REM.  Then when I finally doze off and the tech rushes in to wake me up, at this time I was so tired.  She says I have stopped breathing a couple of times so its time for the big oxygen mask.  I think she was still upset because she practically shoved the thing on my face.  Trust me when I say, if you needed to cough that oxygen mask made it way harder.

By this time, I was pleading to every spiritual being out there to let me sleep in peace.  But guess what started acting up, my bladder, luckily it was almost 630 so I don’t have to pretend to sleep anymore.

I was sure when I left the building the tech and the ghost are so happy to see me go!

Zombie 5K Mud Run

I have heard people say this, “I am so addicted to working out!” Why can’t I be addicted to working out like them? I always have to drag my feet as if it was chained to the couch or bed to even get ready to go to the gym. This process is just so excruciatingly painful. My mind starts racing thinking of reasons why going to the gym is not the best idea right now. But once I am in the gym I get energized and hyped up.

There is only 3 months left till my goal of participating in the Zombie Run for your Lives 5K Mud Run. I am so scared. I have been slacking off, making excuses and now I am suffering. Last year I joined the Irvine 5K Mud run and that was tough. I did enjoy myself despite the fact that I was second to the last person to finish the lap. I was hoping to change the result up a bit so I joined the Zombie Run. But time flies so fast. I signed up in May and now it is the middle of July and the Run is on October 20th. Man I wasted 3 months not training. This is bad. I really need to be addicted to working out instead of food or else I will really turn into a zombie and never see the end of the race!