I’ve had trouble sleeping for years but only recently decided to seek treatment beyond an Ambien prescription. My sleep specialist’s request finally wended its way through the insurance process, and I got to have my sleep study.
Dear readers, my Memorial Day weekend was a bit rough around the edges, mostly due to a lack of good, quality sleep. Even now, the words slip gingerly off my fingers, onto the keyboard and up onto the page and I almost start salivating to the words “sleep.”
After all these years, I’m surprised that the police have never been called to my house. Not even the night I screamed myself hoarse. No, you didn’t accidentally click on a Frisky Feminist post, I’m talking about something completely different ““ hypnagogic hallucinations.