Enter The Sandman
Sleep is such a private intimate thing, something you share with loved and trusted ones only. It's the ultimate moment of intimacy, when your guard is down and you are at your most innocent and vulnerable. I wish I could say I've been sharing my nights with Christian Gray ( Fifty Shades of Gray ), but I haven't been. Instead I've been reporting to the sleep clinic in an effort to get pulmonary clearance for my Gastric Bypass. A week ago Tuesday, I visited the sleep clinic again. This time I was fitted to the CPAP machine and face mask. It's an interesting experience but maybe not the most restful I have ever had. After filling out a questionnaire you are escorted to your assigned bedroom. From there the sleep technician discusses your bedtime preferences and starts hooking you up to the monitor. At the bedtime you pick, the lights go out, no reading in bed, no watching TV, instead they just want you to sleep. Electrodes are placed all over...