Another Groggy Morning

It was more like A Super Groggy Morning. I got up and started to get ready for church when I realized that I just wasn't with-it enough to make it to church. It was one of those mornings where the mere act of trying to figure out what piece of clothing goes on next is a huge challenge. Driving is just not a good idea.

It's the last night for the Mirapex. I MUST remember to call the sleep doctor tomorrow. I hate waiting until the last minute. When the choice is waiting until the last minute or using a telephone, the waiting usually wins.

I don't remember what the sleep doctor said was the next step, but it might be another sleep study followed by an MSLT. If so, I would rather do it sooner than later but we have family coming to stay with us next week. I feel weird about scheduling a sleep study while they're here. At the same time, I very much want to keep the process going. If there's a solution I want to find it sooner rather than later. Forty-three years is more than enough of being sleepy.