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I Had A Sleep Study

Every now and then I will do a personal post and this is such one.  Last night I had to do a sleep study and my wife linked me this blog post, and it gave me enough of a chuckle that I wanted to take my own spin on it.

To start the night off right I had Statistics class before my sleep study, nothing quite like Statistics to get you in the proper frame of mind for sleeping.  The sleep center for the hospital I go through used to be right in the hospital itself, but they recently moved it to its own building, one where the doors lock after hours.  We were at the doors that appeared to be the main doors and of course at 8:30pm they were not opening for us, now there was nothing there marking an obvious doorbell and I was not about to start pressing buttons and wind up surrounded by some SWAT team.  So, dug out the cell phone and called them to let them know we were there.  This is where the humorous part starts.

Upon seeing me, the tech did a double take due to my height; yes I am 6’8″ and come to find out they only have one bed for someone my height or taller, so they had to do some juggling with the bed assignments, not a major deal as no one else was there yet.  Now I am in the room, get into my comfy grey sweat pants, man I love these things and my wife wants to see me lay in the bed, which has a foot board.  I lay down and wonder of wonders, I can stretch out fully without being on a diagonal, booyah!  Score one for the home team!.  After some brief paperwork they ask me my usual bedtime and say they will be in about 45 minutes before that to get me hooked up.  Not bad I think as most places tend to tell you when it is time to go to bed–seems better to me to allow the patient to maintain their normal schedule so they are not under additional stress.

Oh, forgot to mention the room.  A nice private room, minus the cameras of course, with its own huge bathroom and TV.  Not that I watch a lot of TV but it is nice for background noise.  About the only downside was that I had to balance my laptop on my lap as they had no standing trays like a traditional hospital room does.  So long story short they get all the wires and belts on me, quite the process I must say and I settled in for the night.  Well, not right away, was still a little early and did some homework and what not.

The worst part of the experience was having to pee during the night.  A lot of it depended on the technician I got when I said I needed to pee, the guy had me use a urinal so I could stay connected (nice enough to aim the cameras at the ceiling tho), however the woman unhooked me and let me use the bathroom, not that it is any easier to pee with all those wires around you.  Not to mention the wires are only around six feet in length so I had to hobble around like a little old man.

Rolling over in bed to get comfortable was a challenge, having to readjust how the wires lay throughout the night.  However, it is over now and hopefully they got all the information they needed so I do not have to repeat it.  I did find it humorous that I had to come home and get some sleep as I was exhausted from my sleep study.

 
 

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Paranoia At Big Brothers/Big Sisters

So for the last year or so my step-son has been involved with the Big Brother/Big Sister program.  We have been really pleased with the Big that was placed with him–they get along great and share many of the same interests.  The Big has been great for my step-son as he has opened him to new experiences such as learning to play the keyboard, something my step-son has taught himself, yes he is that bright.  However, recent events have created a shadow for me with the BB/BS program that I sincerely hope is limited only to Maine and not reflected nationwide.

One of the activities the Big wanted to do was overnight camping.  My wife and I, once we had gotten to know him, were agreeable to this and saw no problems with it.  When the Big originally signed up with BB/BS he was told this was not a problem and he would be able to do it.  My step-son has been looking forward to the over night camping trips and I think it would be great for him to experience the outdoors in that aspect.  However, with changes made to the program they have said that over night camping is no longer allowed and they will need to stick with day time activities.

Well, after some discussion between my wife and I and the Big we have all decided to part ways with BB/BS.  The major reason being that when we attempted to talk with our liaison she become very paranoid and flat out accused the Big of maybe being a pedophile, the same Big she could not say enough good about to everyone up until there was a disagreement over the rules.  That was the final line for all of us and we have permanently parted ways with BB/BS and will not be allowing the younger boys to be a part of the program.

While I can understand the need for keeping a watchful eye out for children, the persecution of adults that volunteer for these programs is ridiculous.  We have no complaints about the Big, he takes the time to talk with us, does not avoid us and gets along very well with our son.  Granted we can never be to careful and we must be aware of the signs, but sometimes the smoke you see is just plain old dirt in the air and not indicative of a fire.  The same things that people see as signs of a pedophile are a lot of the things a Big needs to employ to be successful in bonding with their little; empathy, ability to relate with them, kindness, etc.

After my experience with this woman at BB/BS over our Big I am tempted to wonder if she treats the Big Sisters the same way she does the Big Brothers.

 
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Posted by on April 23, 2012 in Bigotry, Equality, free thought

 

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Something Meaningful To Share

I read this one the Filthy Liberal Scum’s blog and just had to share it –

Doubting Thomas:

This is my story, and I am VERY lucky I did not get pregnant from it:

1979
18 years old
The Army
Germany, sent out to the field for the first time.
The only woman and 1500 men.
I was the Medic, they were Engineers.
Alone, in the dark being watched, only I didn’t know
Vilseck, Germany after two weeks without a shower, we were allowed to go to Tent city for 2 days.
Much Celebrating. Much Drinking. After showers the partying started.
I was invited.
A cute boy
Fun
free drinks
more drinks
Something wrong….
Room spinning
Dizzy
can’t walk
being carried
pass out
wake up
can’t move
tied up
can’t talk
gag in mouth
voices
someone on me
wet between the legs
laughter
another body on me
tears
another body
all night
over and over again
how many?
Don’t know
too many
over and over again
thrusting
sweaty
pawing
pain
tearing
more laughter
in and out of consciousness
how many?
could be twenty
could be a hundred
all ranks
all sizes
all ages
all penises
all thrusting
all sweating
lots of pain
smell of greasy tent
smell of booze
smell of tobacco
smell of man sweat
smell of semen
smell of sex
all thrusting
all groping
all squeezing
all pawing
only one, who when he saw my tears, stopped in his tracks
But he walked out, and another came in to take his place
over and over again
no help
none in sight
all night long
in and out of reality
in and out of dreams
more body’s
more men
more thrusting
how many hours?
finally the sweet release of awareness
awakening
naked
in the showers
bruises and blood everywhere
Pain,
oh my God the pain
all-consuming pain
my clothing in a pile
scrub
scrub
scrub
scrub
scrub
scrub
scrub
scrub
water is cold
scrub some more
scrub
scrub
scrub
scrub
scrub
scrub
scrub
scrub
put on uniform
met at door, by commanding Officer
stern words about MY behavior
told if I talked, it would be MY fault
Threatened with prison for “enticing”
handed orders to be transferred
Told to pack my bags
Transportation waiting
Warned again
If you talk, you die
or worse
watching blindly as the trees roll by
curling up inside of me
hiding the pain
hoping the pain will fade
as the bruises do
can’t walk, can’t sit, can’t take a shit
blaming myself
Others have
so why not me?
Guilt
it weighs on a mind
remembering what was said
silence it is my friend
denial
lock the pain away
never talk they said
never talk I did
The pain it became my friend
To this day, it never ends. 

 

Read the rest of Doubting Thomas’ story here and never forget.

 
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Posted by on April 17, 2012 in Equality, military, rape, Women's Rights

 

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