I friggen have to sleep yet my sleep pattern has been altered too much. Just have to lie down and wait for morning. See, I have stayed up late, late for me has turned out to be 4 or 6 AM, for the past two weeks. Unbalanced mental capacity is my reward. I can actually tell my brain is slower and cranky like it needs some tuning and bit o' oil. A little nagging headache sits in the skull to remind of the necessity of sleep (did you know, I'm sure you do, that science says we all need sleep but has only a vague reason why?)
I tried a sleep depravation test once. Got forty dollars for being the longest time of the day--they had a 'prize of the day' thing going. You float in a long tub with a breathing apparatus on (so if you sink some you still breathe) and they get quiet after turning the lights off. I heard the record was only day and a half or so but I never checked on it. I lasted a mere three hours. I did not go insane or freak out. I went to sleep and thought I was in there until the next day. It was funny. I lost sense of time. You lose all kinds of things in there but I only got disoriented. They people running the show said that falling asleep is the most common thing that happens in the 'tank' (but it really was just a room with a tub, no windows, and sound-proofed). Afterwards you do a test and interview and got free dounuts and juice.
Then I audited a medical class for a day. They looked at cadavers. They did not perform an autopsy just got everyone used to dead people. We walked into a cooler and were given instructions on what to do if yourself or someone next to you started feeling sick. The whole thing was very professional and not like TV (understand that TV is both overblown and restricted in what it can show--no bodies from wicked car crashes or mutilated murder victims here). What helped most of the students, I gathered, was the preservative odor--nothing stunk like it was supposed too. I'm thinking of a certain document many living people sign. This is what can happen when you donate your body to medicine. Still want to be a donor on your license? You might end plastic wrapped on a lab table. It is for science and humankind so don't sweat it. Medicine is quirky like this in many areas.
ya, yawn...y..slzzzzzzzzzzzz pp!
Now I aim me down to sleep, my soul to keep...
I tried a sleep depravation test once. Got forty dollars for being the longest time of the day--they had a 'prize of the day' thing going. You float in a long tub with a breathing apparatus on (so if you sink some you still breathe) and they get quiet after turning the lights off. I heard the record was only day and a half or so but I never checked on it. I lasted a mere three hours. I did not go insane or freak out. I went to sleep and thought I was in there until the next day. It was funny. I lost sense of time. You lose all kinds of things in there but I only got disoriented. They people running the show said that falling asleep is the most common thing that happens in the 'tank' (but it really was just a room with a tub, no windows, and sound-proofed). Afterwards you do a test and interview and got free dounuts and juice.
Then I audited a medical class for a day. They looked at cadavers. They did not perform an autopsy just got everyone used to dead people. We walked into a cooler and were given instructions on what to do if yourself or someone next to you started feeling sick. The whole thing was very professional and not like TV (understand that TV is both overblown and restricted in what it can show--no bodies from wicked car crashes or mutilated murder victims here). What helped most of the students, I gathered, was the preservative odor--nothing stunk like it was supposed too. I'm thinking of a certain document many living people sign. This is what can happen when you donate your body to medicine. Still want to be a donor on your license? You might end plastic wrapped on a lab table. It is for science and humankind so don't sweat it. Medicine is quirky like this in many areas.
ya, yawn...y..slzzzzzzzzzzzz pp!
Now I aim me down to sleep, my soul to keep...