Over the years many have referred to me as not the friendliest of people on first encounter. I have also had more than a few lady friends frantically wake me in the middle of the night because I sounded as though I was trying to kill myself. I’m not going to pretend that there isn’t a part of me that didn’t enjoy the view of a crying girl desperately trying to bring me back to life. Like most things, after awhile it just gets annoying…

After spending the night at the hospital hooked up to over 30 different sensors and dude watching me sleep from a room next door, it has been discovered that my abrasiveness may be tied to the fact that I stop breathing in my sleep. 

A big plus in doing these test is that now when people beat me in whatever competition I had just lost, I can remind them how little sleep I have had over the last 16 years. I will then arrogantly laugh and tell them how they have “no idea” and then share the statistics  to drive home the point.

It takes a minute to find the mindset that allows you to fall asleep knowing that some guy  in a nurses outfit is watching you sleep in night vision.

My next visit will be spent monitoring a machine that will hopefully keep me full of oxygen all through the night so I can start to truly harness my true potential. I’m ready to win…