Have your doctor ever yelled at you? “You’re overmedicated!” said a sleep doctor I saw last month. “Who gave you that stuff?!”
“Duh–my local drug lord did. There is a rampant sleep meds delivery system available in our small, dull New England town.”
Did someone he saw at eleven o’clock make him irritable at eleven thirty? I defended myself and my GP and he finally came around. I told him how I’d lost weight when I heard my cloresterol was up, and, earlier, how I’d quit drinking when I began thinking of having a drink at three: Hell, it was only an hour earlier than the regular cocktail hour. As though we observed those hours.

But! He wasn’t the real sleep doctor, the one who would treat me.

To be continued………