Well, I had my polysomnograph done last night. It was awful. I had enough wires poking out of me to get R2D2 all hot & heavy. Funny thing though is that the wires weren't the bad part. The part that annoyed me the most was the stupid O2 sensor clipped to my finger. That damn thing kept waking me up and I couldn't get back to sleep.
Actually, even adding into consideration how uncomfortable I was, it was pretty much the same type of sleep I get anyway, which is to say not much. And just when I was really getting some rest, the intercom kicked in at 5:30 am telling me to wake up and get the hell out of Dodge.
It will be a week or so before I know anything about the results. I had a picture taken by the nurse but it literally was the worst picture I have ever seen of myself. I'm all for self-mocking, but since most people have no idea what I look like, I didn't want that to be their first impression.