I phoned the sleep clinic today after a desperate few days spent entirely asleep. Or seemingly so. I would not mind spending 20 hours a day sleeping if only I felt rested afterwards!
On Saturday and Sunday, apart from a spot of laundry and vacuuming, I slept all weekend. I staggered through the day on Monday, but on Tuesday I had to come home and crawl back into bed. I was dozy, and unable to concentrate. 24 hours later the boss calls me and asks if I am coming back to work. Where did the time go? Gotta say she is being most understanding.
Today I rang the sleep clinic and asked if they had looked at my test results yet. I kind of emphasised the urgency.
This evening I received a phone call from the specialist’s secretary. Diagnosis confirmed: Severe Sleep Apnoea.
As if I did not already know. Now that is settled maybe we can get some frickin treatment.
I must make an appointment tomorrow for the next step.
CPAP machine trial.
By the way Dad. Good diagnosing on your part seeing that it was based on my reports of nightmares and (your) family history!