Medical / X-Files / Sleep

My benefits agency medical went OK. Weirdly, they called me ten minutes before the appointment to make sure I was coming. So if I was still at home I’d have, what? Magically teleported myself halfway across town to get there on time? As it happened, I was right outside the building. The place was absolutely empty apart from me, the receptionist and the doctor.

I filled out the form for this back in August, and ended up missing my first appointment because my memory completely edited this out. So I updated the doctor on the fact that I’m actually receiving treatment now and answered his questions about my life. It took maybe fifteen minutes. Then he told me that he agreed that I shouldn’t be at work and that he’d recommend I get seen again in a year to check how I’m doing then.

I’ve spent most of the rest of the day watching old X-Files episodes. I was 12 when the show started on TV in the UK and I missed most of the first season, so I’m actually seeing episodes that I’ve never seen before. It’s entertaining to observe how the show rocks back and forth between sub-twilight-zone hokum and moments that genuinely evoke a sense of powerful and unknown forces at work beneath the surface – sometimes both extremes happen in the same episode.

I’ve just taken my temazepam. Trying to predict my sleep patterns while on these drugs is becoming increasingly pointless. Yesterday I fell asleep some time after midnight and woke up just before 6am. Seriously, being on all these drugs and I only get six hours of sleep? What gives? I find it hard to fall asleep because the Seroquel is still giving me a blocked nose and combining this with the slight respiratory depression of the temazepam makes me panic about not being able to breathe.