I wasn't quite truthful yesterday when I said that I swam Tuesday night in order to help myself sleep well. It did help that way, and that's what I told the staff at the sleep center. However, when I originally found out that there was a pool at the hotel where the sleep center is located, my first thought wasn't a practical, "This will help me sleep." My first thought was, "Hey, a pool I haven't tried yet! I'll probably never have a chance to swim there again - I've got to!" - even though I missed one of my favorite Zumba classes to do so.
I called earlier in the day just to make sure that I could put my stuff somewhere while I was sleeping since I wasn't scheduled to get there until 9 pm. When I got there, the lady who let me in didn't really know how to get to the pool: "Just go downstairs and follow the signs... or ask someone." It didn't seem like patients at the sleep center go swimming there much. When I came back from the pool, I got a very strange look from the guy who let me in the center - "Can... I help you?" I guess not that many people in bathing suit and towel come to the door (so I explained again that swimming helped me sleep). It turned out that he was the sleep tech that I'd be working with.
As I mentioned yesterday, he's a composer. At one point, he asked if I liked Stravinsky, and when I said that I love Stravinsky, particularly the rhythms, he said that I'd like his music because his rhythms are similar to Stravinsky's, and we went on to discuss Stravinsky's Rite of Spring. Later on, when I was having a difficult time going to sleep, I was tempted to tap out rhythms from the Rite of Spring on the pulse monitor attached to my finger.
But I behaved myself.