Wired Head

I know it's a strange title, Wired Head, but you had to be there to appreciate what that means. Simply put, I had a sleep study at a sleep clinic last night. I went there at 8:30 p.m. and left at 6:00 a.m. The lady that wired me up, (Is 'wired me up' English?) was really sweet. She is someone you can become instant friends with. She was very kind and considerate but by 4:00 a.m. and no sleep I was thinking of a new name for her. By the time 6:00 a.m. came and she knocked on the door I wanted to leave and go home to my bed. As she started taking off all the wires from my head, face, and legs I asked her if she was sure this was a sleep study or a torture study? She laughed in her kind way and was as sweet as anyone I've ever known. The lack of sleep will do wonders for your thinking and attitude. I understand now why people will confess to anything just to be left alone to sleep. For those out there in blogger land who enjoy being tortured by a sweetheart I highly recommend you get a sleep study, now known as torture study. Other than the lack of sleep because you have wires from every area of you head and face, and someone watching you on camera all night, it wasn't bad.

The wires went all around my head and face, they poked my back, head, and neck while lying in bed. If I were to have fallen asleep not knowing where I was or why I was there, and woken up, I would liken it to being stuck in a tunnel with cob webs surrounding me and tree roots poking me from every direction. Every time I moved to try to get comfortable I was poked by a different wire. I may have slept for 30 minutes. I came home and ate breakfast and slept until 10:40 a.m. I fixed a tuna salad and spinach for lunch and as soon as I finish this post I'm taking a nap. I can't hold my eyes open.

Why did I have a sleep study? Last summer a doctor said I had an enlarged heart. He wanted me to go to his cardiologist. I waited and requested prayer from people I knew would pray for me. I read all I could about the condition and bought natural remedies. I started slowly walking again, resting more, and let other people take care of themselves. Seven months later I found a different doctor who is a Christian. He gave me an EKG. He said the EKG showed no signs of an enlarged heart. He sent me to a Christian Cardiologist who did an Echocardiogram, a heart monitor, and now a sleep study "torture study". Just before going to the torture study the cardiologist's office called and said my Echocardiogram and heart monitor studies showed my valves are working fine with no leakage. My injection fraction is 70%. Whatever that means. My pulse was 71. My blood pressure was 123/64 (L) mmHg. So when I find out what the torture study reveals about my heart, I'll know if I'm going to live.

The strangest part of all this journey is why the first doctor told me, "Go out and give'um hell. You've got good genes." if my heart was enlarged. He told me he wanted me to go to his cardiologist for a stress test. To my thinking, HE WAS the stress test. I asked him what would happen if I had a heart attack while I was doing the stress test to which he responded, "We'll just put in a stint." I told him I didn't want surgery. I guess it would have taken too much of his time to explain to me what was going on with my heart and why.

Now I'm left wondering; Is it normal for the heart to be enlarged and then return to it's normal size? [I'm also wondering if that sentence structure is right or wrong.] I know it's normal with God to return things to their normal state, i.e. to heal, but in our natural world is that a normal occurrence. Simply put, did God just do a miracle in my heart? If so, then I consider that being Wired to the real Head, God. If not, I consider God the real Head and I want to be wired to HIM regardless.

It's Cry'en Time Again or "It's Tax Time Again"?

Tax time and I'm feeling ?????? like crying, like hiding, like running away, like, Why me? I have two different taxes to fill out. My mother's and mine. I keep putting it off. I think because it will bring back memories and I'll start to feel sad again. I'm not sure what to do because my mom always used a CPA to fill out her taxes and that costs about $350. She isn't here to pay for it now so I'll have to fill it out. I'm not worried about filling out my taxes but for some reason I want to clean things instead of doing what I know I have to do. I keep putting it off. It's not a pleasant task, it's the last legal thing I must do for my mother, and it's time consuming.

I'll have to drive to the IRS office and find out which forms I need. Yuck. Not looking forward to driving downtown because of all the construction going on all over the city. Parking is soooooooooo much fun. I guess I'll have to force myself to do it. Hopefully I'll get started tomorrow. The question is, what questions should I ask at the IRS office? No idea.

Don't know why I continue to stay up all night? I feel so good when I get enough sleep. I sleep all night when I go there. I think I'm just addicted to this blog. God only knows because I sure don't. Say a prayer for me that I'll go to bed at a decent hour from now on. I sit here sometimes and my head nearly hits the monitor because I'm falling asleep. That's crazy. Totally crazy. What's that saying? "The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over expecting different results." I'm not sure what my expectations are when I stay up all night. I do know that I won't function very well later today.

Good night Seattle. Good night California. Good night Australia. Good night mom. Good night dad. I'll see you later.

Love ya.