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I feel like smeared ass-paste today. The CPAP is not doing it's job, I was nodding off on the drive into work. Loaded up on coffee and Provigil, which should make me pleasant to be around for the afternoon. At least I'll be conscious. So this means another round of doc visits and maybe trying to move my sleep study up so I don't have to wait till December.
I'm particularly dreading the sleep doctor visit, because he'll tell me to lose weight. Which, yes, would be good, but until I have enought energy to stay upright at a desk for 8 hours, I won't be running any damn marathons. Or he'll prescribe topamax the 'dumb but thin' drug that's also good for rapid cycling bipolars. Yeah, gimme that, sounds great.
I'm particularly dreading the sleep doctor visit, because he'll tell me to lose weight. Which, yes, would be good, but until I have enought energy to stay upright at a desk for 8 hours, I won't be running any damn marathons. Or he'll prescribe topamax the 'dumb but thin' drug that's also good for rapid cycling bipolars. Yeah, gimme that, sounds great.