Sleep Apnea:

Common Misdiagnosis of Sleep Apnea

I have been struggling with this site. I know that I should actually use a blog format. I had initially thought I would do that but honestly. I didnt think I would have enough to say to make it worth while. Perhaps I will try to do that over the holiday break.

I still have not had any luck getting a biPap machine. I found a place online but I have to say they look pretty dodgy. The claim to take paypal but when I contacted them, I was told they would prefer to work with a cashiers check or money wire. This is a big red flag. I am so disgusted at how people are so willing to take advantage of desperate people and steal their money. What a world we live in. It feels like the scales are tipping and the bad is starting to outweigh the good. What happens when people finally start to give up because they cant win? I feel like that is starting to happen.

Misdiagnosed Sleep Apnea

I had mentioned earlier that the doctor who diagnosed me was fascinated by Sleep Apnea, partially because he had it, and partially because he was into doing detective work. He said that he had been studying people who were diagnosed and treated for many common ailements and diseases and found that they had sleep apnea and when treated for that, they were suddenly better. This actually makes a lot of sense.

Childhood Depression Caused by Sleep Apnea

I am not going to bother looking up the symptoms for clinical depression, I have been diagnosed with it my entire life and it runs in my family. I know all the buzzwords. Borderline, Bi Polar, clinical depresssion - symptons, fataigues, a feeling of hopelessness, sadness, anxiety, paranoia. All these things causing an inability to move forward in life. Small problems seem hopeless. Joy is sucked out of everything. I used to get so frustrated when I was a kid, being told I was depressed, over and over and over again. My parents divorce was really hard on me, I think probably harder than I realise, I hated my step parents on both sides. I was a pretty miserable kid. I was pudgy, not fat, but I managed to hang with cool kids, I had a pretty hot little girlfriend when I was in middle school, but I failed every class miserably. I could not stay awake, I couldnt focus, and I was too tired to participate in p.e. I got chubbier, I sat on the bench, my grades got worse. I was thrown into therapy, I was put in special classes, I was seperated from the larger group. I have always been shy, but they cut me off from the herd almost completely and this caused me to build bigger walls, and of course the natural progression. Grades went through the floor, I was put with the bad kids so naturally they became my friends, and the inevitable - Drugs.