Zzzzzzzz

For several months, I’ve had trouble getting myself awake in the morning.  I can usually manage to drive myself to work without feeling I’m going to fall asleep at the wheel, but I have momentary problems focusing my eyes on the road, and once I get to my desk it’s nearly guaranteed to take thirty to sixty minutes and the second mug of coffee before I’m not falling asleep over the keyboard.  That’s not normal or right.

I mentioned it the last time I saw my psychiatrist, and after going into the history he recommended I go to a sleep specialist for evaluation and maybe a sleep study, to rule out apnea and similar.  So that was what I did today—went to the specialist’s office and saw one of the nurse practitioners for an initial workup.  She looked at my file, allowed that my medication list didn’t have anything that would explain how I was feeling, looked in my mouth and listened to my lungs, and finally decided that yes, a sleep study was the logical next step, and she took me out and had the scheduling clerk set up a study for next Friday week.  I hope it goes better than when I last had one of these, about 1995—that time I never could get to sleep properly, and we didn’t find out a damned thing.