Well, that explains a lot
I got a phone call earlier this week from a nurse at my doctor's office about scheduling time to fit a mask. Whaa? (Confusion partly because, um, WHAT mask? and partly because it was like 7:45 in the ayem). Turns out my doc had told her to arrange a fitting, but something or other had to be approved by a cardiopulmonologist first so maybe she should've called me in a couple of days and... I gently interrupted and upon query, she confirmed that she had my sleep study in front of her. So what exactly does it say, I ask. Oh, she says. You haven't talked to your doctor yet? No, I haven't, I tell her, trying hard not to sound as annoyed as I felt. Oh, she says. Let me talk to him and I'll call you back.
A few days later, she calls back to say that (long boring explanation deleted) and she won't be able to fit me until sometime next week. Oh, I say. So can I see this sleep study report? Sure, she says, and pops it into the mail.
So, even though I haven't heard peep from my doctor, and even though I'm not going to actually be able to get a machine for a while yet, I have a copy of my sleep study.
( And guess what? Turns out I've got apnea. )
A few days later, she calls back to say that (long boring explanation deleted) and she won't be able to fit me until sometime next week. Oh, I say. So can I see this sleep study report? Sure, she says, and pops it into the mail.
So, even though I haven't heard peep from my doctor, and even though I'm not going to actually be able to get a machine for a while yet, I have a copy of my sleep study.
( And guess what? Turns out I've got apnea. )