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Tired Linda wrote:

NotMuffy wrote:

Tired Linda wrote:

roster wrote:

Amigo wrote:Nevertheless, to this day, I keep wondering if my face and naughty bits might show up on YouTube.

Oh, you haven't see it yet? https://www.youtube.com/watchl8&feature=amigo-erectus - Careful. Not safe for office!

Hey, it says "Page not found"...WTH?

OK, Amigo says he's concerned that a video may show up on YouTube.

So Rooster puts up a link that says "amigo-erectus".

Now, when Amigo sees this, he's going to think "Oh, no, there is a video!"

This is enhanced by the "Not safe for office!" sign.

So now, Amigo is all nervous. But then, when he clicks on it, he sees he has been "spoofed".

NM

Dear NM,
I was born at night, but not last night. I was being facetious.

me2

NM

LoQ wrote:I bet several of you have had funny things happen or said or heard funny things at a sleep test in the lab. Let's hear some humor.

This guy walks into the sleep laboratory. He's about 100 pounds overweight, falls asleep in any chair that he sits in for more than 5 minutes, has no neck and is wearing a T-shirt that says "Beer - It's What's For Breakfast".

The sleep technician asks, "Why are you here?"

The guy replies, "My wife thinks I have a problem."

NM

NotMuffy wrote:OK, Amigo says he's concerned that a video may show up on YouTube.

So Rooster puts up a link that says "amigo-erectus".

Now, when Amigo sees this, he's going to think "Oh, no, there is a video!"

This is enhanced by the "Not safe for office!" sign.

So now, Amigo is all nervous.

Naw. He's not nervous. He knows that no such video exists.

NotMuffy wrote:

LoQ wrote:I bet several of you have had funny things happen or said or heard funny things at a sleep test in the lab. Let's hear some humor.

This guy walks into the sleep laboratory. He's about 100 pounds overweight, falls asleep in any chair that he sits in for more than 5 minutes, has no neck and is wearing a T-shirt that says "Beer - It's What's For Breakfast".

The sleep technician asks, "Why are you here?"

The guy replies, "My wife thinks I have a problem."

NM

Are you talking about my husband? He isn't that much over weight!

Recently, someone did a survey of the worst jobs, and the sleep lab employee who has to
attach and monitor the sensor that tells if the 'little soldier is at attention' made the list.
I guess if that never happens, it indicates centrals.
O.K., guys; not necessarily a 'little' soldier!

chunkyfrog wrote:I guess if that never happens, it indicates centrals.

"It" indicates REM.

NM

See, I don't know everything--please don't tell my boss.

During my titration night when the sleep tech came in at 7am I apologized to her for ripping all my wires apart and breaking the hose, mask and machine. She gave me this very strange look. She said what are you talking about, then it dawned on me I dreamed the whole thing. I think it was the 1st dream I even remembered in yrs.

chunkyfrog wrote:Recently, someone did a survey of the worst jobs, and the sleep lab employee who has to
attach and monitor the sensor that tells if the 'little soldier is at attention' made the list.
I guess if that never happens, it indicates centrals.
O.K., guys; not necessarily a 'little' soldier!

REALLY.....I would have never known that! Interesting. But then again being female......

chunkyfrog wrote:Recently, someone did a survey of the worst jobs, and the sleep lab employee who has to
attach and monitor the sensor that tells if the 'little soldier is at attention' made the list.
I guess if that never happens, it indicates centrals.
O.K., guys; not necessarily a 'little' soldier!

They really do that? That is fascinating.

Tired Linda wrote: Dear NM,
I was born at night, but not last night. I was being facetious.

Haha, I guess I WAS born last night... people do tell me I am naive and gullible, but I am never sure if I should believe them.

Jaylee wrote:

chunkyfrog wrote:Recently, someone did a survey of the worst jobs, and the sleep lab employee who has to
attach and monitor the sensor that tells if the 'little soldier is at attention' made the list.
I guess if that never happens, it indicates centrals.
O.K., guys; not necessarily a 'little' soldier!

They really do that? That is fascinating.

One more reason I am happy I am a woman.

Wow, my little sleep lab fiasco seems to have caused quite a stir.

First, I will admit to clicking on the link even though I knew that since Rooster and I haven't met he could not possibly have identified my naughty bits.

And even if the sleep lab technician put something on YouTube, I seriously doubt she would have identified me. Nevertheless, Rooster, it did give me a good laugh, and I really appreciate that.

Second, I don't know what sleep lab attaches a sensor to the "little soldier," but it certainly wasn't the one I went to. I demand a redo!!

Third, as for my "dilemma" at the sleep lab, it's a fairly common occurrence for men upon awaking...Mother Nature's way of assuring that you don't wet the bed.

Either that or discouraging the urge to roll over for a few more zz's

great stories!
here is my sleep study story..


My sleep study was probably not typical . I had a comic for a sleep tech, the sleep lab bathroom was down the hall, way down the hall, (think dorm)
and I had to get up and pee five times..

oh, and they tell you to wear your comfy jammies..
I also made sure brought my "comfy" undies.. ladies you know all about that..
Guys you do it with shirts..

I had pajamas on, so Benny, my tech, gives me the wires to stick down my jammie legs, then he grabs em when they get out by my ankles..
I bought new jammies for this gig, red ones with panda bears.. I was a fashion plate.

Im thinking, geez, these wires are IN my jammies? well at least they are NOT in my undies! thank goodness!

Anyway, after lugging my wires to the second trip to the bathroom ( I went five times that night) I realized that maybe I couldnt go to sleep
because, OMG, I accidently put my DAYTIME undies on! Oh, the horror! All this money Im spending, and I made a boo boo like that! What a bush leaguer!

I decide Im going to rectify the situation in the bathroom.. because benny is going to be plugging me back in, and I cant do it in the room, not
to mention the camera in there.
So off come the panties, yay! success.. wait, whats this.. why are these wires inside my panties? WTH? My panties are now on the floor in a bunch with
wires attached thru them..

There is no way to ever get them back up thru the wires, thru my jammies.. I realize this is like putting toothpaste back in the tube.
What am I going to do now? I know! I will rip them off! Well, that worked till I got to the elastic.. now all I have are ripped panties.. CRAP..
now what.. I know! I will cut them off!
OH I didnt bring any scissors.. I know I wil find some scissors out in the reception area! Mind you its about two am in this hospital, everyone is sleeping,
even the sleep study people! I stuff my panties (which are now in bunch) into the side of my jammies, and go slinking down the hall looking for
scissors.. I find an office.... aha, gold mine! So I start opening drawers looking for scissors.. if I dont come back soon Benny might be suspicious!

I check all the drawers.. what kind of receptionist doesnt keep scissors? aha, there is a staple "getter outer" thing!
I have visions of Maygiver episodes fast forwading thru my brain.. okay, so I pull my panties out of my jammies, and start hacking away at the elastic..
CRAP! Im not Magyver! This isnt working! So I give up, and stuff my panties in the side of my jammies.. It now appears I have developed a large tumor on my thigh.. I attempt to hide this from Benny.. so I walk kinda sideways when I greet him in the hall.. When I get in bed, I cover up the bulge with the
blanket as fast as I can while he plugs me back in..

Now HOw am I going to get these panties out of my jammies when he wants to get those wires in the morning. I envision Benny pulling the wires out as if they were on a fishing line, and there at the end, are my ripped up panties, the catch of the day.. OMG!
I am up three more time for potty breaks.. I repeat the scissor search each time.. I try all the unappropriate tools I can find in every office I
sneak into.. no luck.. Im screwed.. my panties are in a bunch.. REALLY! So I got back to bed.. end up sleeping an hour.. Benny comes in the morning
and says. "okay, lets get those wires off you!" I have been keeping this panty bunch hidden all night, I KNOW IM ON CAMERA! So, Benny says, "now for your leg wires!"

He pulls the little stickies off my calves, the wires are attached to my "catch of the day" He is waiting for me to grab them out of my jammies..
So, I say.. "oh look whats that??? and I point toward the doorway.. Benny, falls for it! I grab my panties out of the wires in 0.2 seconds! Then I stuff
them under the bedspread.. "here are your wires Benny!"

Benny leaves me to get dressed and fill out my little report of how my night went.. and in the back of my mind, I wonder.. what if this ends up on youtube
titled " sleep lab-panties in a bunch"

I think the funniest thing I heard at the sleep lab was after I was all hooked up and they told me to get a good nites sleep.