A patient tells the Hattiesburg American what his sleep study experience and subsequent diagnosis has been like.
Comfort. It is such a foreign word to anyone hooked up to wires and looking up at a camera that you know they can see you through. So is another word: Sleep. But eventually I managed to fall asleep. Sleep was short-lived as the nurse returned with a mask to put over my face while I slept. Strapping in for the rest of the evening, I awoke refreshed — well, I awoke and got dewired, and this marionette went home minus his strings.
