I had my appointment with the doc about the sleep study yesterday afternoon. He's a pulmonary specialist at the medical center, directs the sleep center there, and has a second sleep center that can accommodate one patient per night in his private practice. I got lucky to have been put on the schedule of the best of the best.
He is thorough in his assessments, asking a litany of questions about symptoms, stresses, and my daily life. He does see enough in the way of symptoms to warrant a study, and he's extremely concerned about what I called that functional blackout last fall. Yes, sleep deprivation over long periods can cause such dissociations. But even if the study reveals that something is interfering with my sleep, he'll probably still do an EEG just to be on the safe side.
The sleep center at the medical center is so backed up that I wouldn't be able to get into it until september. But the doc's private sleep center, which will take my insurance, can get me in for my first night of the study next Tuesday. It means going in to manhattan, instead of the bronx, but I'm willing to do that to get it done as quickly as possible.
Among the more personal questions he asked (and they were very necessary, to get at my daily life stresses) was whether I'd had any major surgeries (2 c-sections, so now he knows I have two kids), what I do for a living (so now he knows I work full-time and am getting a ph.d.), and the last one, my marital status (to which I replied 'never married'.
At that point, he said 'wow, you're a strong woman.' I just kind of shrugged, but he persisted. 'No really, a single mother, career, pursuing a doctorate. It takes a strong woman to do that. You're a very strong woman.'
I smiled, blushed, and ducked my head in embarrassment, as I typically do when complemented that way. And it felt good.