My daughter asked that question this morning. “Daddy, what’s a sleep study?” She asked because I advised her to be careful while circumnavigating the cords by my side of the bed this morning as she was in my room preparing to have her hair brushed as we got ready for mass.
“Daddy’s having a sleep study, sweetheart,” I said to her. And then, responding to her query, I added “It’s to find out how smart my sleep is.”
In truth I have no idea how this thing is going to go. I was told to use the unit for three consecutive nights and that most people aimed for Fri-Sun. It was obvious to me this morning (Sunday) that somehow, on the previous two evenings, I must have made it half-way through the night and then, in my sleep (or not, I’m not really sure and that’s why I’m having this study conducted) I disconnected several of the ledes and stopped the machine from recording data.
The results ought to be fun.