I had to go in for a sleep study. Post Interferon, I have been doing strange things in my sleep. I have been talking a lot, and saying some mean things. I have never been a sleep talker, but since the chemo I am doing it all the time.
I am also kicking in my sleep. I think it might have to do with the fact that I am being chased in all my dreams. I think I might be running away in real life, while I am running in my dreams.
So here are pix:
my hospital hotel room
my I/O device, 32 channels, 64 pins
me hooked up, they hooked it up to the back of my head, front of my head, nose, voicebox, chestt, shoulders, and my legs (those were fun to rip off…)
the view out my window in the morning looking north at the Empire State Building. still dark at 6am.
i’m foggy. terrible night sleep. the nurses station was directly behind the wall where my head was. after an hour of tossing and turning i had to ask them to be quiet, and also if i could use my headphones. it was almost the same kind of sleep i get on a red-eye flight. not enough. not comfortable, and disorienting.
was very weird to walk out onto the street at 630, walking down 14th st and all the shops are closed. the street vendors are just setting up. very few ppl on the street. weird.
went to chelsea mkt and got egg sandwich, hot chocolate, and did my morning emails. went really slow, but still got to studio at 730, a new personal record.
gonna crash hard tonight