When I met him again as an adult years later, I discovered that his long bouts of sleep were even more dramatic. He would sleep for hours and hours, yet never felt refreshed. He also had a terrible memory and always seemed tired. In the back of my mind, I knew that something wasn't normal, but I was thinking more along the lines of some sort of vitamin deficiency or something. (Ironically, it turns out that Narcolepsy is an auto-immune disease).
Before our child was born, I finally convinced my husband to mention his sleep issues with our family doctor. When he did, the doctor immediately said, "You need to see a sleep specialist." It was a relief to have someone else (besides me) demonstrate alarm at my husband's symptoms.
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So began the long road of The Narcoleptic's Journey. Still traveling.