Lack of Sleep, Part 2: Me as a guinea pig

Note that this actually took place 3 monthd ago I've just been very lax in my blogging.

In Part 1 of this post I 'splained how my lack of sleep has been turning me into a zombie.  I then, at my doc's suggestion, went to a sleep doctor.  Very interesting ...

I went to their website (http://sleepdoc.com/) and promptly filled in their on-line form.  That took a good half-hour or so.  Questions ranging from name and address and insurance info to normal bedtimes and medications and family medical history.  Two days later I got a call saying "Let's schedule an overnight stay."

Lack of Sleep, Part 1: Me as a zombie

So I've been a bit negligent in my blogliness lately.  Had good roll for a year or more, but then ... things got in the way.  I choose to not elaborate ...

I will begin again, however, by discussing sleep.

Sleep.

Yes, sleep.

Over the last couple of years my sleep somewhat suddenly began to evade me.  I don't know why.  I rounded up all of the 'usual suspects': caffeine, work stress, home/family stress. eating habits, drinking habits, daily schedules, anything and everything that my wife and I could think of.  Nothing struck home.

Why Is It That No Matter Where You Live The People In Your Neighborhood Are The Stupidest People On The Planet?

Case 1:
It has been snowing off and on for several days now.  Kind of a nuisance, as we seldom know the night before if the kids will be in school, if we'll have to go to work the next morning, if we should really make that emergency run before the snow starts to the supermarket to buy bread and milk and toilet paper and other so-called 'essentials'.  But we live on a cul-de-sac, which I guess is some ancient French name for a road that does not "go through" anywhere and, conversely, ends in a circle.  Got it?  One way in, and one way out.  And the road is not very wide, I'd say maybe about 3 car widths.  So inevitably some of my my genius neighbors park their cars on the street and leave them there before the snow storm.  And when the snow begins, and continues and continues and continues, and the snowplows come to our neighborhood to clear our road, well, they can't do such a great job.  They must slalom around the cars that the idiots decided to leave on the road.  I cannot wait, and I will truly rejoice, when a plow takes out one of these cars, and I will take a day off of work to go to court to defend the plow driver by saying that, yes indeed, the cars should not have been parked on the relatively narrow street before a snowstorm and that they should have instead been parked in the idiot's driveway (yes, we all have driveways capable of holding up to 6 cars ... yes, 6 cars).