The receptionist called me back and I was escorted to a room where I disrobed and put on the flimsy little hospital gown. After two hours of sitting around freezing my nipples off in this thin paper gown, the doctor arrived for his consultation. After a brief discussion of my problem, he said that prior to any testing, there were a few things that he could advise me to do to help alleviate the problem.
The first thing that he suggested was that I have sex or at least masterbate before going to sleep. I thanked him for the suggestion because that isn't a very tough remedy to take at all, but I told him that I did this already and it doesn't seem to matter at all. In fact after the best sex is when I sleep-fuck the most. He said that this was most intrigueing and a little alarming and it would take further testing. I was to come back the next day so they could hook me to their brain wave reader thingamabob ( I can't remember medical techie terms for shit) as I was sleeping and see what my brain was doing as I slept.
I stayed up late that night so that I would be able to take a good nap. Except for a couple of good movies on Cinemax, late night tv watching sucks. I could give two rips less about infomercials and cheesy late nite movies. After only a few hours sleep, I was as tired as hell and needed a nap. I dropped off Bobby John at Pre-K and Billy Ray at Sissy's and headed for the clinic again.
I was taken to a darkened room and stripped down into another one of those flimsy little gowns and electrogoop was spread here and there over my noggin and electrodes stuck to the electrogoo. I was then told to sleep away and the machine would read my brain waves as I slept.
When I awoke, I could see Dr. Sleepenfucker standing beside the table with his clothes rumpled and wearing a big grin. He said the test went well and a lot of data had been collected. He told me that he would look through the data and I was to come in next week for another consultation.
It seemed to me strange that although the electrodes were stuck to my head, it was my nipples and my coochie-snorcher that were sore from the testing and even more odd, my gown was no longer on me but crumpled on the floor. Oh well. By the way I am sooo excited Pookie is taking me for dinner and dancing tonight. We so rarely go out together. This should be fun. Ta-Ta's for now.