I forgot to say in my last post.
Sunday, we’re coming home from shopping and my dad turns to me and says:
“I got a compliments slip from your psychiatrist.”
“What did it say?”
“That we should go to the GP and ask him to recommend you to sleep classes.”
“Sleep classes? I don’t need to be taught how to sleep. I haven’t forgotten.”
“Well probably like your breathing then.”
“I know how to breath! I’ve been doing it for 16 years, I’m really ratherskilled at it.”
“Might have been sleep clinic.”
“Is a sleep clinic that thing where they watch you sleep? Like monitor you?”
“I think you just go and talk to them about it but you’ll know it 5 minutes what it’s all about”.
“I think it’s a good thing I’m going to google it.”
So I googled it early Monday morning, from what I read it’ll probably be, go for an appointment talk about sleep and my sleep patterns (i swear if I have to keep a sleep diary I will kill someone!) and the possibly stay over night and they monitor you. But there is no way I’ll sleep hooked up to machines with flashing lights and sounds and just knowing they’re there and I’m being watched. I also better be able to wear what I want, I refuse to sleep in a gown. Honestly, I’m reluctant about going but if it’ll help me sleep. It’ll help me sleep. I am annoyed he’s not upping the dose just because I’m unde 18. I swear to God! Medical professionals these days are so disgraceful!