Johnni laughed. She was supposed to keep a diary of her sleep patterns for a week before they would do the sleep study.
She had been faithfully writing; the small journal the lab had given her was becoming dog eared and smudged. Sighing, she took up her pen:
DAY 3: Today is the third day since I started this journal. But it’s my 6th day without sleep. I can’t make the thoughts stop. What is wrong with me? I lie here night after night thinking TONIGHT is the night I will be able to sleep.
Question: is exhaustion my new normal?