Turns out there is no sleep apnea. The nurse that was there that night didn’t know what he was talking about. So back to square one.
The doc wanted to pin depression on me since I started crying in his office. Well yeah, I thought I had this all figured out, and then found out that I still have no idea. That’s a little upsetting.
He suggested another sleep test, but then still seemed to imply that depression was the cause. I don’t know. This is so ridiculous to me.
Next stop will be an anti-aging clinic to check out adrenal fatigue. I don’t have high hopes, but it’s the last thing on my list.
Man, I’m tired.
