|New Sleep Doctor/New Roof
||[Feb. 24th, 2009|07:31 pm]
Kelly J. Cooper
I spent Sunday curled around my belly and feeling generally crappy. Didn’t make it into work. After sleeping all day, I couldn't get to sleep that night til after 3am; thus I didn't get much sleep before 8am, when I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep. (Third damn day in a row; woke up at 6am both Saturday & Sunday & couldn’t sleep again.) Then the roofers needed me to do stuff and leaned on the doorbell starting at 10am until I finally came downstairs 20 minutes later. (We’re having our leaky roof replaced and 2 skylights put in for better venting.) In case they needed me again, I stayed dressed and awake all Monday morning, fuckin' around online.
Then Monday afternoon was spent waiting to meet, and having a long talk with, my new sleep doctor. This is the fellow who's in charge of the sleep center (Neurocare) where I recently had my sleep study.
I arrived about 5 minutes early (a miracle for me) but didn't actually get in to see him until 70 minutes after my appointment was scheduled. Fortunately, my regular PC doc has prepared me for this sort of behavior, so I had stuff to do. And then we talked for over an hour. So, despite the fact that I'd fed the meter sufficient quarters for 2.5 hours, I still got a damnable parking ticket. Fuckin' Allston. On the plus side, it may be the first time I completed my "fill this out" profile before the appointment – especially impressive since the thing was 3 pages long, double-sided.
He's the first doctor aside from my PC doc to admit that I’m "complicated." Throughout the appointment, we gradually covered my entire medical history going back to having my tonsils removed at age 7 (and the emergency surgery that followed a couple days later after I coughed the seals open). The first part, we spent talking. The second part, he dictated a letter to my PC via his recording machine and I kept interrupting him to add detail or clarify (which, shockingly, he actually enjoyed). He doesn't just want to talk about sleep, he wants to work on my overall health. Whatever. If he can figure out some solution(s) to my sleep issues, we can work on anything else he feels like, up to and including genetic mutation so that I can sleep like a friggin' bat.
Also, according to him I don't qualify for the sleep apnea study I'd mentioned to a few people. I don't actually have sleep apnea nor Restless Leg Syndrome, although I do have an interrupted sleep breathing pattern and a random leg movement level that's 3 times the norm. But since neither is within the range for an official diagnosis of either, I don't have them. Both. Either. Yeah. And, not only did I never reach stage 3 nor stage 4 of sleep during my sleep study, I didn’t have any REM (which is weird, because I remember dreaming).
Ultimately, after speaking for over an hour, he admitted that he doesn't know why I have such serious sleep problems and asked me to do another sleep study, then come back and see him in another 6 weeks. (Although I could've gone in for the sleep study that very night, it takes time for the sleep center to generate the report and more time for him to analyze the data – the man is very busy.)
So, on the upside, despite the fact that we had to talk about my weight, he's not blaming it for the sleep problems (it falls under his treat-the-whole-person philosophy). Also, he admits he doesn’t know what's going on with me and that my case is complicated. And he’s nice, smart, friendly, and startlingly cheerful.
The downside is that I still don't have an answer. I still have fucked up sleep and bonus exhaustion. As I knew there wouldn't be, there's no silver bullet. But man, I was really hoping. There's always a first time!
Today (Tuesday) the roofers ripped off and replaced half our roof and also installed one of the two skylights. Really nice work. However, the ripping and hammering started at 7:30am, leaving me a wrecked zombie hiding on the first floor couch where I dozed and muttered and got nothing useful done all damn day.